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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