does it ever drive you crazy/
how the onset of the night
blurs into the daylight?
at courtesies permitting passage
and salutations exchanged
swift as the speed
at which electromagnetic radiation propagates in a vacuum.
responses conveyed
with euphoria to imbue,
the intensity of your spell
ensnarling my consciousness;
you intrigue me.
as a child with wide-eyed innocence/
disclosing his inquiry
about why the skies are blue.
—MLD 01062022 9:41pm
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Artifice
PoetryMy question marks were never caged but they always find ways to conceal their images and trick the pachydermatous spectator with artifice. Maybe, certainty can be Socrates listening to the mixtape in my closet? Maybe uncertainty can be me withou...
