Tactical
He’s seen himself
twice
in four days.
Moving mineral from mythic,
I present to you one invisible goddamned man.
A wheel-spinning spirit, efforts of the dervish are occasionally futile. Over the maelstrom’s edge, he gets but occasional peeks.
They call it ideation, and it’s enough to take your wallet and keys.
Once released, the dance with the Taurus resumes.
“Look at yourself. Look at yourself in the mirror!” the juggernaut fumes.
He’s seen himself
twice
in four days
Copyright © Mark Morris | Year Posted 2021
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