somewhere blue in the night
beneath the skin
of every moment
beneath every breath
of thought reaching
with outstretched fingers
past that which chains
me to time
is where I lie
and wait for
salvation and its
funny bubble tummy tonic
I barely want to get up
in the morning these days
barely able to amble
past the vast
spicy-food-before-bed
induced color frenzy dreams
constantly changing play rhythms
a continuum with strings, these things
these vignettes spinning
wheels of chance encounters
continually feeding me
in flashes and dashes back
to my secret safe-houses of words
along a childhood rushed and
hushed quickly to adulthood
to veil another paradise lost
I like to linger and see
just how far my will, will venture
into these caves of my insanity
just how far my skin will ripen
into a mask of truth today
EJR ©
I can't even find the words to tell you how much I love this one. '...my secret safe-houses of words...' connects so much with me and your last stanza brings an image both beautiful and terrible to mind. Thank you for sharing Edward.
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