A Reflection of Shadows

written in response to the image shown, as well as another image unable to be posted here. enjoy!

Clouds collapse and children fall.

Nights are bright while stars install-

“All dem birds and windows,

you just don’t know.”

“What don’t I know?”

 

Do I know what I touch is real

can I feel

when I feel

what is real

Intersections of resurrections;

                             

reassurance my hand is insuranced

fifty-two times because

that, our dear friends

is a net full of fish at the end

 

Of yourself.

All that’s left

of your mansions

are sideways up tree house expansions

and pensions

tensions

of appearance

clearance

of waste

your taste

in music and joy

devoid �" voided checks

what’s next? next? next? next?

 

^Castles in skies

iridescent eyes

ponds of oceans that pour into minds

of poison and time

and the wise knocks once again

and then

“You just don’t know.”

“What don’t I know?”

 

where the realities of me

and what can I see

when my glasses are

foggy and half-empty; far

away we overlap

the tapping

and knocking, good talking in my mind

we often find

 

When seeking and

peeking

into what we feel

what is real- is not what we feel.

 

Beg you take this dead living bread.

Beg you take this bread

prancing dead.

“Look down

around what’s already been lost

and found!”

I find my lines are often crossed

cross distant spans

and hands are more than hands.

I often intersect with I don’tcan’twon’t feel

I often intersect with the budgingtuggingnudging appeal

I often intersect with words that reveal

I often intersect with what is real