These layersof old woundspile upand in a weak momenterupt CollapsingA series of firesA nod to the angelsA truckful of illusions Untold storiesripple out across the waterupsetting the bobbing flotsamin a left-handed kind ofSilence From my 2017 book Synaptic Syntactic https://store.bookbaby.com/book/synaptic-syntactic Available direct from my #BookBaby store as well as on major platforms such as #Amazon#BarnesAndNoble#iBooks […]
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The Dealer of the Cards and the Windows Between Us
While the both of us and the rest were all locked up, ‘freedom’ spoke its little voice, how we had all been wasting her for years and years beyond years. While the people were not of a mind to travel before, yet locked up travel called to them when they were trapped.
Erupted
These layers of old wounds pile up and in a weak moment erupt Collapsing A series of fires A nod to the angels A truckful of illusions In silence we go on, changed Untold stories ripple out across the water upsetting the bobbing flotsam in a left-handed kind of Silence
Lost in Mist 