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Seven Possible Realities
By smilinmike Goodliffe
21st CenturyExasperated breath
Falls free for the rest of my death
Small
Anonymous pieces of my being
See seven possible realities
Lying as their leaving
Grieving
Believing
The sold sorcerous stands in the wake
The men in black in the back
On the take
Whatever it was
I'll take two and the cake
My love lies lost
Waiting
Hating
At the bottom of the lake
Hide that good from the hate
For the goodness of the sake
Unseen wizards cast belligerant spells
Keep that tic from the toc
The door from the knock
Until when time tells
Dwells
At the bottom of the well
Close your eyes
For the rest of your breath
Menagerie of minatures
In the middle of my death
Tiny characters
Challenging
Constant barriers
Manufactured
Myriad of realities
Toxic and tenacious
Personal totalities
Where did thee go?
When did she know?
The wind then the snow
Flow
Like the creek
Slow like the sweet
From my hands to my feet
I see it
Be it
Believe it
Those seven possible realities
Screaming of finalities
Lying
Lurking
Cowering behind the curtain
Kneeling
Dreaming
Laughing at my fiending
Clouds cast shadows on my side of the river
Seven months and a day
Until the minute I deliver
One
Single
Expression of a shiver
A quiver
Old
Proud
Gary oak's in my throat
Deepen tones of the last poem wrote
Seven was the number I said
Slightly shy
From the sanctity of bed
Seven realities
Messing with my head
I would trade them all
For just one I can understand
DayPoems Poem No. 2327
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