All But Unseen
Something off on the periphery all but unseenFurtive, flickering shadows playing dice in dark alleyways hidden buy and sell
Have a little something no need to adjust the screen
Phantom fingers playing with the rigging with that which is forbidden to tell
Fall out of bed in the morning
Step into a trance woven for effect
Look out upon a world so close
Where nothing is what you suppose
And even if it were what you suspect
Like a party to be joining
Blinking behind sewn tight eyelids paper sheets of green
Something off on the periphery all but unseen
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-02-06 at 22:22
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