Late Night 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.
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