Will Never Know

Stress level up
hits a high
not even time
to peak
from beneath
the end zone
of what
has yet to come
when all else fails
there is no way
out
but
to pull the
cord
on an empty
parachute
while silver
spoons
line lip stick
shades drawn
childlike images
willow branches
bending
quiet summer
breeze
wisps of clouds
covered smoke
cinder blocks
fall
to the point
of absurdity
and though
the mind
has slowed
and often
skips a beat
from time
to off time
in those profound
instances
when nothing is known
and everything else
is  sheer
propaganda
Photoshop splits
the facts
reality is less and less
a common thread
from living life
to walking a fine
line
of faith and understanding
what you did
what someone told
And as the Tower of Babble
wags
another tale
take me
down paths
of “milk and honey”
with the promise
silk linens thread
count
grains of sand
slipping passionately
through my fingers
lovers seldom bought
and never grow old
my hands begin to tremble
and I am aware once again
… of what I will never know…

© 2016 Trilby

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