Sandwiched By Lies
Sandwiched by the lies spread through your body
what would it look like if you saw it as whole
whole like a loaf of bread...sliced front to back,
sections missing when the chef goes hunting
vagaries of form light on the moonlit night rhythms of fireflies
positively negative impressions prejudice our eye’s glance of plus or minus
defining an outline of shadowed presence barely known here at all
danced through the trees, enraptured by outline’s disguise she appears and disappears... swaddled whole groves stand at attention awaiting orders
underground rivers moving slowly in time shape the insistence of land
illusions of spatial bound threads harmonize irregularities of mind
consequential prattling pervades discourses of old guard and new
Queen’s knight to black Bishop...strategic placement instructs magic’s game
In the name of...all that is and has been...no longer forever more.
Copyright © Cynthia Cross | Year Posted 2019
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