Blank eyes
You ask
why my eyes are blank
where the sparks went.
I say
look into them.
Stay still.
Now dive.
The ocean is in turbulence,
yet a lone canoe drifts
waiting for you.
It will take you to the shore.
There,
an old friend
no longer mine
will be waiting.
Introduce yourself
she’ll understand
and guide you further.
To a cemetery,
the road is less traveled,
but it makes for a quiet walk.
And there,
you’ll see
all my dreams
buried deep,
marked with beautiful gravestones.
maybe then
you’ll have
no questions left.
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