Forgotten Bargains

Some mysteries come slowly together; Kept secrets erode a weary soul as they turn what is beautiful into that which is cruel and cold. In a dream-state I recognize myself in you- And am forced to trace my gaze down. A hybrid species finds the path from the damp swamps to our little clearing. An anomaly in a uniform sea of green. A serpent in the gently swaying grass. I won’t dispel your imaginations; I won’t clear the haze for you. You cannot corrupt the machinations, they have a cold mind all of their own. We calculate the odds, and whisper a short prayer. If we happen to get our way, we forget what it was we claimed we’d do.