Ebb and flow

There’s this strange feeling

Like an ebb and flow

That takes me by the hand

In its cold steely grip

And tosses me to and fro,

like a rag doll, but,

There’s a certain life like quality.

A gesture of the hand, a movement of the body,

Strangely human,

But a face

A face that never changes,

Forever smiling,

But inside there’s nothing.

There’s just a life likeness,

Much like that stuffed deer’s head that hangs above my grandpa’s fireplace.

The eyes are black like marbles

And its fur feels rough

And frail, like a dried husk.

Funny,

There’s a striking similarity between those who are alive

And those that are made to look like they never died.

There’s an ebb and flow…

Life

&

death

Coexisting

Yet

Fighting

Wanting to get out

While the other wants to get in.

And

Sometimes we loos’ the chain

Sometimes we lay down in that boat

And sometimes we choose to float down that river

Because this life we steadily weave

Looks too much like death

And we can’t tell the difference between.

Author's Note

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