A Shot In The
Dark?!
Seven
Rotations....... Inspirations flashing by in the snap of a camera lens, wavering
into this wandering wood before they're captured. It's that shadow of a
playground writhing with spiders eccentric through the bite of age! Where
memories timid lips were tightly sewn shut, those tasteless tears, Fickle as
the salty aroma of bedside fantasies, A crooked “doctor”... but in these lucid
imaginings there lie awakened avenues momentarily dormant in a pale cabin of
moonlight. Coincidentally stumbled upon as an intriguing book calling out to
you from a crowded library shelf, & the panic in her cries resonate through
the deep space of this dead connection..... Oh how these retreats home hover
over the waning light of a white hospital bed. As daybreak of dreams lie curled
in a cocoon of confusions, silent as the isolated nature of the junk sick who
solely vibrate loquaciously in those nauseating hours! & these questions of
chance dangle before eager eyes. Persuaded by the flickering intrigue of a
psychic compulsion to come clean, for these autumn leaves have begun to wither
& rot like muses of poems penned in lifetimes before. Callous as the
jealousy of affections! but maturities measure through matters of patience...
& so the second act gently unfolds in a cascading wash of tie dye premonitions,
& with your world packed up over your shoulder your imagination begins to
shuffle about anxiously in circle of questions?! Curious as to if the intrigue
of this wanderlust that strays could lead these aimless ankles to the warmth of
a cozy night
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