Wednesday, August 24, 2022

Not Anticipated Today

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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