Squirming against the wall
Another meeting, another time
heads swaying from side to side
looking downward . . .
looking at the clock on the box
not to open . . .
squirming against the wall
It reluctantly presented itself
an embodiment
glaring, scowling, growling
pissed at the eyes
staring . . .
Why do you see me?
. . . now? . . .
in this place?
at this time?
I resent being blamed
. . . despise . . .
being judged
what have you done
. . . lately? . . .
You are me and I you
no one else but me
you see darkness
I save you
Push me, shove me
toward the light
like some damn vampire
will only burn and hurt
both of us
For if the bridge comes down
what then?
Perfection? Bliss?
You might see me again
my twin unknown
Is my demise uncertain
yet unforeseen?
In this place
with air humming
squirming against the wall . . .
The prophecy is written
you will see
more walls to come
breaking down others
other paths crooked
a journey or two circuitous
broken to make complete
the vision . . .
squirming against the wall . . .
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