The suitably informed
Won’t look beyond their first source
That tells them what they knew all along
They’re right and you, of course, are wrong.
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Blind panic
I am a mouse.
Timid. Listening.
Scrambling.
I’ll die.
You are a rock.
Human. Vast.
Beautiful!
My shelter in winter.
You see me and despair.
We’ll live.
Indifference
For all the noise
It is bloated indifference
That is most ravenous.
Our horror in realising
The relative closeness
Of its smile wrapped
Around our face
Smothered in silence
Complicit snake.
Line
We look down into the void,
Its yawning indifference to the weight
Placed on both sides, barely aware,
How close to the edge we all are.
Appalled. Too afraid to let go.
And fall into what had been forgotten.
Territory.
The world seems such a small place.
That, or its lights shine brightly.
And those at the front are left to burn.
Gone for awhile
She’d left such pretty things on display
And a note to explain that she may
Be gone for awhile, perhaps a day.
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wish
As if by chance a wish appears,
The dance of promise and relief
For those who pay their way and wait
In solitude for years, and brief
It floats from fingers tightly sewn
And swift with absent thought is blown.
