Apr 12, 2017
Interactions, Arguably Reactions
A monologue
of confession hung frozen between them in the icy air.
Waiting for
the reciprocating swing of the pendulum.
Only to be
played false just like a perpetual motion machine
Slowly
grinding to a halt.
Two bodies long
locked in orbit on an ovoid bent,
Accelerating
on a tangent only to slow and turn away,
Coming
close, yet never to connect.
Friend or
foe,
On one
interpretation spent
All on a
rapid spiraling vent.
Misinterpretations
chide.
As day
chases away night,
Light
revealing all that is done in darkness.
Time
spreads out spanning the distance
Of
overlapping existences.
Collide.
Sometimes we’re
knocked off axis to spin wildly,
Spewing
content like a centrifuge.
As
densities separate our depths,
Layers of
truth fly.
Pure or
putrid, pleasurable or painful,
Traits rise
to the surface,
Once hidden
at the depth of our cores.
What lies
beneath your mantle, dear kindred?
What lies
at the heart of the matter once barred?
What
happens when the hurt you bear you can no longer hide?
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