You are the audio jack in which all
My hidden worlds are plugged.
Singsong voice, darting eyes, chord
Strumming man, so well disguised.
Melodies lock faraway eyes.
Sun sets. Dullness, those perky corners
Fall. Battery’s run low; no words. Blues
Play as showers scorch. Hot won’t do.
Tepid water as valves strain. Seems it
Won’t do. It will not do.
But there is life around you. How
Joyous it is to remember
Your bottomless company. Make it
Real slow. Easy, or it’ll burn. Soon –
Oh, soon, voices will be honeyed.
Now he’s back. Wrinkles spread like
Frozen butter on stale bread. Loosened
Jaw charms the knowing. It isn’t long
Until there’s one wrapped up in charm.
The old bray of laughter rises as balloons.
Float into galaxies; find me there.
Copyright: Selene of The Sky
Published by seleneofthesky
Independent learner and lover of subtleties. I identify my analytical mind in philosophical terms and would like to believe it generates in this way, not to bring me harm, but to bring awareness of how individuals and groups act in society.
All thoughts are discovered within. I aim to spread love and promote the acceptance of Self. May you feel comfort with my observations of this world.
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