The message was clear, move forward or the force of the fall would push the knives in deeper.
So I kept moving.
In love with the wait.
Impact of eyes carries the loop that skips on the corner of my time.
Liquid pools,
Unique in its pattern.
Shining like a bird in autumn.
Confusion settles while searching for transport.
In the moments that precede the cutoff, I reflect on the night’s journey.
Black and green have always pulled me since there was trouble in China
I cannot detail what explodes in my presence.
For now it is better that the ether holds it close.
A least something does.
These arms have lost their will to rise,
The desire is there, but my conscious keeps it in check.
Always in check.
Moving forward would set me back, so now I only dream.
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