gates

are fences

frontiers to separate what

out of notice, focus

on the dangers lurking over there

speculation inflating the shades

at ease, floating far beneath

paranoia dissipates, cracking

a knock betrays hope

just as the rapids carry momentum

at length natural, brutal, just

frozen by the winter, accidental

changed to the fog, not quite meant to be

a road or so the bodies below show

bloated reminders that love alone

cannot cast away the spectres

further steps are missing. 

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"Something you’re missing made you who you were 

Because I’ve kept my distance, it just made it worse 

But I’ve learned to live with the way that it hurts"

 

to console a tantrum, sporadic like polen spread by devils

swinging arms and head to swat freedom, anxiety and bees

might as well dust the frenzy 'till the pace arrests the powers of

hindsight by tiredness alone and that I mean

it. Enabling acts of atrition to feel something as well.

nothing quite as final and that's a fine enough start

without finer details bitter at the stem

or stinging like booze on wounds.

 

just as the breeze carries your hopes and dreams

levitating, do not fixate on fiction little bird

for should you lean on lended spaces you too shall compromise

body for attriction soon to cushion stone and a new found reality

farther from betrayal is as vast and certain as the shoreline after the flood

for it must be what shall be whenever it comes to be

and that too, will, surely, pass

uncompromissing

of note is where, perhaps

choice

intervenes

a gaze sustains silence, bizarre

swaying your head to the beat,

the violence that discords a stomp from a gentle tap is a discord

demonized by a struggle we had to have in order to exist.