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A History of Mirrors
It takes a moment to recognize the face I see,
rough cartography that looks like deceit,
lies between us, a confusing ambiance;
big; small – they are all wounding.
Look away and speak to me only in silence,
you are the last I want to hear.
I’ll extinguish the lights,
scream until my lungs rise like flames,
reducing my thoughts to ashen remains,
that glow beneath the cacophony.
Embers radiating a dim red light –
of fear,
but you and I,
we’ll call it anger.
The Art
Life is the sieve that filters our passions,
straining them thin;
permitting only a few freedoms – here
or there,
until the flow of it runs clear.
With a lattice like maze of obligations and tollgates,
keeping all the big dreams on the other side,
our mind desperately scours for starbursts;
reflections of light caught by precious minerals,
hidden amongst all that dirt –
salvation.
Poetry,
is life with cheesecloth.
Where the Pit Grows
Wounded mind miasma transcends
humors to be fertile enough to grow;
enough to endure the coming to.
Reposed- the body behind closed door
eviscerated, a hole sculpted from loathing.
Tunnel beyond the flesh into the plot,
harvest what thoughts are left, a priori,
exhaust what you can: the endings don’t stop.
Grow Gray With Me 