darkness enters the realm of the disbeliever
judgement is clouded and confused,
sweaty palms held up to dry out
a kiss goodby to a distant lover returned,
opportunities melt in the sunshine,
virtually no different than a shoeshine,
devils crawl in and out of our skulls as if
ten feet below in a glass coffin...
no one sees our skeleton approaching
and no one knows when it leaves,
we are duty bound to report all loses
even if the revenuers can be bribed...
darkness enters all our cavities like
wind blowing through sea oats on the
mental breaches on which we sunbathe,
tides rush in and out daily removing all
discarded scraps from the shoreline...
we bend over for their arrival, kissing
their thoughts as if they were our own,
we beg for no forgiveness and offer none,
giving up our desire to live decades longer.
January 21, 2024
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