Wednesday, January 25, 2023

pins and needles

The light turns on

a blessing and a curse,

eyes pitted in alarm

between days and dreams, 

this bell brought down by 

a face beaming out

our uncertainties so sure to

me, this image sticking to my sight

through the dead weight of this 

burned up world, pins and needles 

smiling in the dark of this life alone.

Dawn and dusk, kitten paws and

unmarked graves, the long 

slide downhill, dirt and gravel and

the unfulfilled promise the mind 

makes of pretty pictures, foolish

mistakes, the breathlessness 

breaking thinking’s forth wall,

bed empty save for stories 

crashing on the shores,

a moment run clean through.

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