curled about the body like a blanket
is the safety of age,
engrained memories of survival
on floats sail through the mind
like wind through the trees or
raindrops leapfrogging down
between dense leaves and branches,
flooding ground puddles beyond
their entitled borders...
safety resides behind the eyes
where moots of ideas collect
before being dispersed.
curled about the body like a shield
of a Muslim defender in the
infamous Crusades, do we yield
to a bigger power, just as unknown
to us now as before when our
thoughts had begun to form, and
we saw answers on our horizons,
mirage transformations, the closer
our souls got to righteousness.
undisturbed by our false belief are we
now in safe hands wanting the end
to swallow us whole as it did in
the books read to us when younger
or the dreams we formulated
when we cannot protect ourselves.
time hands around us like a necklace
without precious jewels or ways
to expand it as it grows tighter.
July 14, 2025
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