Flickers of Light


To roam those miles in your eyes,
Through the lands of your devouring orchids,
Covered by lavender and purple orchids,
Your garden hides your daughters,

A bloodline of high priestess sovereignty,
You choose the path you take,
Your rights to status marks your best choices,

The flickers of light behind each eyelid,
My heart thumps each drum beat,
Those are my eyes how could they know,
Because they know what I’m hiding,
This paranoia is becoming intoxicating,

I fill my days with 8 thousand variations,
Clip art impersonations and cups of tea to wash away the toxins,
Boolean logic fated by a roll of a dice,
No path certain,
No fate met.

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2 Responsesso far.

  1. Dean English Dean English says:

    hi Jason this poem adds to my experience of solitary knowledge as a single leaf on an oak of knowing!

  2. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    Highly romantic, Jason! To ‘roam those miles in your eyes’ to your final ‘no fate met’!

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