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carried into caverns
on the wings of
unkindness flocked

flanked in murder
without intent
where the sun
cannot penetrate

**

the truth of the ride
is a painful demise
on the whim and whimsy
of conspiracy

***

hovering above
I thrive in their adumbration
of heartbeats outnumbered

oil-spill iridescence
hypnotic holographic
hologram hues

acclimated, assimilated
and fully inured

****

darkness
occludes sunlight
saving retinas
just to be blind in the pitch

warmth burns
in bubbled paper skin
bleeding ink
in trails untracked

*****

can’t run faster
than they fly
and grass doesn’t grow
in their unkind shadow

I remember what
it felt like
under my feet

maybe I do
I think I might

it doesn’t grow anymore

******

there was a rainbow
once after the rain
but I can’t feel it anymore either…

the rain that is

nothing permeates
that nightshade blindspot life

laughter cackles
and smiles grimace

*******

feathered umbrage
drags joy
through mired earth

black as witching hour daydreams
one with night

********

there is no sun in shadows
there is no rain
to lighten disposition

light is no match
for universal conspiracies
that nurture
soft-hearted truths

shadows don’t dance
in the unkindness of joy

*********

the truth of the ride
is a painful demise
on the whim and whimsy
of conspiracy

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