Watch it scatter like ripples across still water,
That itch that digs into the tight corners of the mind
It crawls up out of the awake
Only to be toppled just another domino
No sense left in the birdshot brain.
Folding thoughts turning them out my own origami,
Each colorful paper turning darker with each bend
Until you’re left alone with the original sin.
Teaching yourself anew with each rising dawn
You aren’t what you are,
Caught in the echo of yesterday’s dreams
Rebuilding what you tore down
Without all the pieces.
Left with only the mirror watching you,
Its unblinking eye following you even when you turn your back.
Today’s irony is just yesterday’s forgotten deeds
With too many deaths bed wishes left undone,
Turn away from the sun before she burns out the retina and leaves you blind.
Where does reality and the reflection break,
How long can you carry the shadow on your back
Until your legs give out under its weight.
Lost in the paper bag like a puppy
Craving for release
You run on legs bound for nowhere
Smacking into to any obstacle in your path
Until fate removes the paper shroud
Your eyes can then see once more.
My stepfather always said I had a guilty conscience
Perhaps he was right
It is just like a dogs paws
I just needed to grow into it;
But once I have what is left
But apparitions from the past
Or broken visions of the future
That wink out in the present
Leaving your mouth dry and unsatisfied.
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