A Slice of Life


Peering into the scope of irrational thought,
one would certainly ascribe to a heightened sense of reality
Images cut like memories cut like acid through a stream of hope
Words cut like dreams cut like a knife though a line of love

Rapidly the eyes move to ascertain a glimmer of rest
while the mind tosses the soul around like a soiled doll of rags
The ears search for silence in the midst of flurries of cacophony
while the heart damns them all

The touch cuts like the wind cuts like a rock though a sea of pain
The thought cuts like the edge of reason
crashing against the joke of hope

A man sits alone with body open trying to understand his proximity
A man sits alone with body open trying to understand
A man sits alone with body open
A man sits alone
A man sits
A man
a cut

silence

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