Flicker Bone

taste the cracks of madness

that wait as you feel

blind of thought beneath the sheets,

transit of day

passed over eyes,

highways and country stores

direction decided by suggestion,

words once whispered

in a bar over warm late beer,

all intentions

seduction and sacrifice

after lunch

folding lawnchairs on grass,

she placed him in a bubble

that enclosed in a vacuum,

there sanity on it’s broad threads

became detached,

lifting the conscious away,

he had never felt this feeling as

of now,

escaping quickly

tires churning gravel,

expectant trees let sunlight through,

as by night getting home,

on the other side of doors

is the better place to be

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