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Reaching out

It sears this reaching out.
Looking outward is really
non-existential.
Cocooned and cloistered
with my little fingers
working designs for me.
They take life, these designs.
Cocoon splitting,
feasting on my shell.
These automatons
leave me in the sunshine,
shade dweller exposed.
In panic I keep my
eyes shut tight.
Two skinny flaps
final defense, help
differentiate between the
felt and unfelt (dead and undead), coin
flipping self.

All our life’s we lean

All our life’s we lean

preening sibling’s trash, careening now into their heads
leaning back, turning just the eyes, prying,
heaving, shove and grasp
head first, having bull’s balls, hit the wall
fight on
correcting the tilt of the rotation of earth
lean again to brace each hurt inflicted thus
lean again into the stairs, straightened,
the effort of climbing hurts
lean now into the wind,
somewhere to the side she winks,
possibilities, of yearning start to gestate.
lean on her.
it goes on and on.

White lies

It’s a line and the end varies
get to it,
determine it.
Dilly dally along the way
and quitting doesn't help.
Keeping at it entertains.
Discoveries that you never made
now you did.
Lands that you skipped
are now lit.
Diss the world when it’s
back is turned,
who’s to tell.
You did it to strangers.
Wash the linen
with words,
nothing to them,
cleansing for you.
The line on the
fabric is always
a perception.
Help others perceive
as you see fit.
Nobody forgives lest they forget
just paint with words
appeasements
let rip, create worth.

White lies

It’s a line and the end varies
get to it,
determine it.
Dilly dally along the way
and quitting doesn't help.
Keeping at it entertains.
Discoveries that you never made
now you did.
Lands that you skipped
are now lit.
Diss the world when it’s
back is turned,
who’s to tell.
You did it to strangers.
Wash the linen
with words,
nothing to them,
cleansing for you.
The line on the
fabric is always
a perception.
Help others perceive
as you see fit.
Nobody forgives lest they forget
just paint with words
appeasements
let rip, create worth.

Movement

Recollection of reasons for all past things
and then a reason to move forward
or not.
All movement was sideways.
The hope being perceptive
shift,
till all shoes left
on the shore were filled or flinched.
Dusk to twilight
differentiated.
Vapour shifted views,
definitions dissolved
vs congealed.
Ending seeks form but
existence peters off.

Moonlight

Prayer no longer allays,
loss of faith,
still fear persists for a kid
Must deal with it, dark things still
persevere.
Nights splay them out,
long dark walks to beat the
mummers.
Each time the clouds
part the moonlight
endears.

Ant & Ink

As an ant dipped in ink let loose on paper
I was
troubled by the white
reflecting all.
Stride became purposed since
ink colour is absorbed,
effecting change.
The paper hereto two dimensioned
the third laden on me back,
usurp the viewer,
bend to will,
tool! tool!
Initial meanderings collate,
furthered to collegiate.
Over time,
feel eyes on me,
better not wither.
Coagulate prior to
the fourth washing away
my imprint

Pied Piper

Pied-pipered, sweet tuned
with blinders
affirmatively pigeon holed,
sexes as in societal
roles. Teamed up
corners vary,
the more homogeneous
bite with venom spit
to rally a vaporized
collective stance.
I would gather
the mixed up bunch, the dithered
and let my village stand.

Brush aways

The air shifts, makes way
for us
the gaseous state innately empathetic.
Existence as in alive,
we do make way,
sidestep, let others pass.
Solidified
but do please step thru.
Ain't empty space,
just collectibles that give way.
The import of brush aways.

Hair

Hair down,
literally waist length.
First affinity
to personalized femininity.
Brushing it made
me my sister.
Did I or didn't I actually try on
her slippers?!
Maternal grooming ending
and dreadlocks descending,
it's a creature hive.
Wrap up hide the snares.
Yuck, yuck.
Puberty now, it is everywhere,
youthful beard blending with
pubes.
Sagacious looks,
sexuality subdued.
Machete appropriates,
dreadlocks severed,
razor edges cheeks,
and are bared.
Soft lips
often graze the stubble.
Milk no longer
mustache sponged.

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