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A Poem or Two

Updated on July 20, 2014

PEER PRESSURE

She tiptoes along the edge

Recklessly

Pirouetting

Even hand standing

On the fine line

Balancing

Leaning neither to this side nor that

Lest monsters be released

And demons given free reign

A princess in pink and white

Dancing unhearing

A dervish unaware

Her eyes trained up

Her feet down

Infantries gather

Waiting

Her swirling skirts brush their armor

They shout

Fall!

Trespass!

Choose!

The boundary thins

To a knife’s edge

Promising to slice her up the middle

Unfazed

She places her toe

Lifts her arms

And is taken up whole

EXEGESIS

The storyteller pauses

Words billow around me

As a sheet lifted and shaken out

Over a bed

Coming to rest

Over my form

Differently than over yours

Or yours

Peaks ripple

Undulating

Valleys deepen

Ancient runes

Translate modern wisdom

Hieroglyphs unravel

Fringing truths

Creating pasts in floating dust mites

A moment’s insight sparks

And crackles

In the absence of light

Holy futures

Manifest in dreams and terrors

The storyteller clears his throat

And awakens the dead

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