Blinking Eyes Wander- Entry 2
Snickers across the room,
holding as much weight as the finger food left sitting on each plate.
Another disruption, not clear in instruction.
Wilting while alive, living somehow dead.
Abra-cadavers — a magician’s box left unattended.
The editor’s sticky note writes:
“We do not recommend it.”
Words of advice: you might want to resend it.
Resend as in once more, in case the message was lost?
Or resending by undoing words spoken, fearing yet another loss.
Those who choose to live the life of two,
in the light and in the dark,
needing a fix
before, during, and after the storm hits.
The ones He found seem lost once more.
There is one thing
peaks and valleys share in common:
In solitude, I find relief.
Led by a light into total dark,
piercing two-faced energies
toward no ill-intended heart.
Though the frame remains crooked while hanging from the wall,
the picture’s memory becomes a symbol
of a wall still standing tall.
Remember why you left,
leaving what you left behind.
Static volume at the max
while walking that fine-drawn line.
The sun now sets to dusk once more,
carrying the shadows from the day.
As night falls, they begin to stalk me,
as a lion does its prey.
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