“everyone I know
goes away in the end”
–Trent Reznor
With bees in his bones,
he vibrates
within each step.
Hesitant to speak,
or move, a mirage
shimmers his mind.
His filter fails
to strain the day
from his desire;
his vision blinds
with nothing
to do but mourn
the loss suffered
within a gap
of his imagination.
(October 29, 2013)
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