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.