If only the eyes would shut and time would flow by without the eyes seeing it
Where the mind wouldn’t wander and the heart wouldn’t
Simply wouldn’t
No wishing for turns or a better hand
No folding no giving up no nothingness to swallow all that is made
Awareness as painful as the eyes seeing the unseen
Yearning that pulls in directions and places that were never for me
Be it the uneven footing or the hole awaiting the jump
What is love?
Untasted untried.
No stories of the closeness or the understanding only the wreckage of what was before in this life
And the endless road to follow
Being silenced because the face is hideous
And the self is useless to others as is
And over there on the hill where there is a life worth living
The words that were immediately blocked and the urge to go check
When all that is after is the pain of it never being sung back
No one wants to know how this ugly heart sings
No one
No one
Not the one
The only one left who can break the spell sitting with disinterest
Plucking away at feathers, pulling off tails and breaking necks.
The ravens are calling
So that the one who could have broken the spell has a voice in the day to remind that
Rather than do anything at all doing nothing is far more important simply because over on the hill
Is something far better
Than what is held in the arms of the hideous seer
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