
It’s The Knowing
I raise my arms
He raises his too
I turn my palm
He turns his too
If I smile, he smiles
If he smiles, then I’m probably smiling too
The glue of a million lines interrupted by fragments join our tendons and flowing limbs as though we are shadow boxing
His realm has rendered so fully
I feel flat to compare
His reality is more pronounced than mine and it seems unfair
Now he’s slipping
Cut adrift
They have him by the throat and the balls and his bawling arms
They take him
Into the bright blue
Light behind
The place he never wanted me to go
Succumbed to their nefarious deeds
Gone