i share nothing
a closed book
on a table
liquids race
to soak into strands of wooden fiber.
the conversation stops at the front door
sand bags redirect information
movement hypnotizes the poet
the poet hypnotizes the reader
the reader hypnotizes the listener
i let silence speak for me.
abstract images find a hidden playground
joy surrounds still water
under the surface
a child floats in the womb
imagination flourishes under constraints
so i settle to the depths
play in the silt.
moist castles crumble with a shift in the tide
we night ride
cause confusion
let the masses misinterpret our message
the chosen spoken few
carry the torch for us
our ambassadors
take the form of political assassins
bipolar personalities play the role of mediator
the open road disintegrates into desert plains
objects fall but bounce off of the ripples
i loner sit observing
the social dynamics of the group
then retreat back to the depths of an isolated kingdom.
