into the night our spirits flee from the
tyranny they perceive from our actions,
we hide behind the judas priest in the
hopes that his robes will hide us from
tentacles of our own unconsciousness,
we live deep inside ourselves where
only our creator is allowed to go in a
search of the lost link to our salvation,
we are a mirage of feelings juxtaposed
next to the days of the week of their
formulations... but we seek no justice
in who we are or were simply because
we have no recollections... and when
our spirits again rise again from their
hiding spaces they will know that all
is not well and again retreat into a
more passive isolation where life
does not exchange itself with death
but uses death as a partner to evolve
into that which was not anticipated.
17 August 2022
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