Saturday, July 23, 2022

Breaking Through


the funeral shroud of darkness hangs

around like a bad odor...  we peer into

the night with cat eyes, hearing more

than we actually see...  clinging to 

night sounds as if they were the lyrics

of poets floating around in a cosmic

consciousness...  rumors beget rumors

but we only listen to those thoughts

that manage to break through evil's

dark shadows that lurk inside the 

crevices of our dormant personalities;

we slide into night's waltz like strangers

whose dance card is vacant...  rooms of

gloom parade by us while we walk the

halls of someone else's imagination

that has invaded our space...  silos of

contentment looms over the moods that

we dress in hoping that recognition breeds

more satisfaction than we have given up

in lieu of waiting for the morning sun.


17 July 2022



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