i hold your eyes
in mine
to
feel what you
dream
when not
seen.
shadow play
coward kindles
cannon
fired void of
feeling
aftermath of
strike..
the match and
turn from
flash.
making mental
contact
with tipping stool
in closet,
mercy..
knot me fingertip
to wrist,
to deny me
fists.
cramped toes inching
outside
chaos greases
tracks
to
no mask dance
one heel
in
last chance fades
mid flash.
unearthing cross
of bones
not far from hole
a home
recedes from
sunny
side
of street for
relief
worms between
sheets.
no longer entranced by
dancing to
crash..
..land in
handshake
behind screen too
bright to be
seen.
tasked in haste
to hatch
but
shell won’t
crack
while under
attack.
savor boredom’s
breath
like salted
honey
glaze my page
for days
to
distract from
poise i
lack
as
loafer baked
away in
back.
may solace bless
your soul
dear uncle
Ant
dreams but
can’t
drag the clock
black.
untamed yet
timid
to
give of river
scant
on
fins of brazen
colors
run no real
bother
to
feeders burrow
bottom
craven light may
catch them.
hands in the garden 
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