20/20

a familiar space craves disgrace

like a low heartbeat invites excitment

a primal call towards prey, headlights frozen

accidents are a gamble that one's lost

despite fancying not the chances

nor being aware of the cost as they stepped into

the divide that unites hunter to callous victim

to what's worth it hurts little to like one chops

from distance to bounty a singular strike

practised like a pick-up line aims and therefore rings

true should they match the vibe, for see I know of you

granted I know little to nothing about you, assuming we 

are all burdened by our demons, so take it or leave it

fantasy is to hang steady for someone to call you to their side

as if they were on your team, nothing of the sort.

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the key to the puzzle is not tearing down the pieces

nor confusing hallow spaces for where the lock may slide wide open

to add confusion to the general frenzy of panic as phantom pain triggers

my sides, blowback/flashback to see another possibility, branch to the bonefire

what folk fail to connect is that what drove me mad

was not losing everything I ever wished for or had

nor talking to the Moon not understanding natural satellites cannot replace

at most replacing the promise of an open heaven as the eyelids close shut

no matter the bend or cronies turn arounds the distance dictates

that the worst of them is to be made a fool of entirely.  

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there is something so fundamental and particular

in the resounance of a camp out under the stars

plain, raw disconfort in a caked uneven dirty blanket for a bed

tiresome drawn out conversation exchanging politeness for emerging

realization that it is little that marvels and shines iconic once tested

I was brought up to become a provider, come out of my shell and detest spiders

I'm scared I pale to give fundamental roots I can barely get right in the daylight

I disagree with the Sun and don't always get by but for what's worth I stake no claim

nor am good at keeping secrets but that judgement call is not mine to grieve;

I adore Life and lay no intent in overlasting my own grief nor infect others with hate

a follow-up, an emergency to break the rules from time to time: it pays to smile and iluminate the room

my heart last exploded when I walked off a clift willingly, aware another held not my hand but my life

understanding the exchange of trust, experience and brotherhood

a silent resilience is where there is growth, a shown difference

I too was afraid of making a mistake and that's why I do not distrust the spider nor the writer

we all keep secrets inside (us)

I don't always need what I crave but I do sometimes get it too damm right

and it tastes simply divine.