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Watching the Inevitable

July 2, 2011

Creeping, crawling, gnawing at the truth

Turning spits of reality

From underneath my feet,

Logrolling becomes a survival skill.

Vines and tendrils bring the messages

Something’s ’bout to change

bits, oh bits, in stunted time



Through neurons.

Befuddling thoughts.

My hands grasp at impulses

My eyes glaze in brooding

Despite the void rendering me vagrant, I fight.

Composure still my aim

I try control, refuse the blame

For odd phrases, peculiar looks emitting from me

Instead, respectfully expecting you

To listen kindly, nod your head, and move along your path

Without me
The me that’s changing

The me that’s altered.

At last, I recognize forces at work

Penetrating the veneer I’ve contrived for less time than I think

For this is a tale of switching

Churning, turning, converting

A temporary setup.

Turning on my heel to leave,

I notice

The door withheld

A descent into solemnity

The only truth.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. July 4, 2011 3:54 pm

    You write beautifully! I look forward to reading more!

    • July 5, 2011 9:22 am

      Thank you, Krissy. Thanks for stopping by. I look forward to seeing you here more.

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