Wanderling❁

imagination

 

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is my worst enemy

intoxicating dreams

a brain fever awake

this shadowy woman's voice

her black tongue 

making the subtle sound

that forms your name

and melts the memories of me

then, I stir

to find she was never real

and the only poison

is my restless inner eye

seeing your past & future

her, come alive

forgetting when you say

you love only me

I should believe

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flashes

 

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i looked up and saw

jagged wounds in the sky

lightning and fire

a face deep-cut

with lines of incredulous pain

like original sensation

when god touched man

or was it the other way around?

when man made god

and painted him with light and fear

learned to play dead

a night sky waiting for a storm

the storm brewing and flickering inside

all along

 

did you see that?

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6:40 am

 

 

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nightly

the fires fade

and it grows dark

in this heart of mine

waiting for the

poetry of the morning,

unspoken verses

of trust in the light

that dances in spite of itself

unrehearsed, these spasms of delight

pleased

to be

seen

making secret pools of shadow

under the bed

in the corner by the desk

making warm the cold surfaces

hidden well behind

a veil of hair & skin

and delicacies

like words spoken into silk sheets

then knotted,

and forgotten

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