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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