Today
I lived a decade
in the passing of a few hours. There are Dominoes,
there are cards,
but in my magic world
there is only irony
and synchronicity,
and the steadfast rudder
of knowing
who I am so fiercely
it scares the crap
out of delicate shadows
posing as people
bobbing like buoys
in an angry sea.
Thirteen.
Sextet, sail on.
No comments:
Post a Comment