a man, monk in gowns
fashionably late should society dictate
overlaps our heroine personal space
serene, simulatenously at ease and not
at all imposing
his eyes were not shut nor shone
for he had open tears for sockets
and a shallow breath you see
an added terror to our girls surprise
Emotions are not building blocks
Just as well they feel incompatible
found wanting by a current
into the typhoon we go
absolved of all unrequested alibis
a nose drop, an eye twitch
a most necessary facial reset
is happiness a buried default state of mind?
of the sane weightless capacity per tranquility
a removed cousin perhaps of those already dead
may they come back to haunt me.
face to face, space shrinking
tiny quarters and yet we quarrel silently
they stand like statues as the urban zombies slide by
an attack, an intrusion
undeniable, unforgiveable, scowl and hiss
spill poison and be done with it all
choking tears because we do not identify where to go
"you can give sight to the blind
but you cannot force them to see."
mistery akin to hope is a deadly drug
not to be trusted, do not pursue don't you see?
how travel lust can not be sated
how could we stand to be grounded once we learnt how to fly
digging deeper at the root of the possibilities
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