brief flashes

between

clouds

good and evil

mixing,

like hot and cold air

When I restrict their rhythms

they come crashing down

like rain

or shadows, dancing

in the flames

sizzling

like hot and cold

pain

People won’t look at me

because, I can’t look at them

they realize, I know things

even though

the world is unimpressed by my knowledge—

it’s one click away.

Presentation, matters

dress, eye contact

lectures, with distinction

cocktail parties

confusing entertainment with thought.

Feelings, lead to fate

and are rarely found out

deep underground

like redwood tree roots

connecting…

It feels like evil

is on line 2

and good

is on line 1

Voices

Speaking

and I can’t sever my connection.

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