footsteps lead to locked doors
purple heavy eyes keep watch
the ball is in my court
if the dog runs away you wouldn’t shed a tear
tangled up with diamonds of sweat
just for a ceased second of time
there is rapture
a little fracture that will soon pass and most inevitably be forgotten
like purple panties that collected the dust bunnies under a bed
dispersed for good
an inverse sequence of energy that is unhealthy to the human heart
a mistake tempted to be concealed
existing still in a lifeless form
only my ignorance and ghost are to blame
broken down into numbers and launched into the vents
scattered far and between the lines of sensibility
exhaustingly left behind
contemplated once every so often
when the salmon colors dance on the pillows
a flashback of fibers enclosing an embryo
still seizing the urge to fly away
it’s like the shedding of old skin
or the withering of the trees
rebirth is certain to transpire
and only the moon will sympathize
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