these are not
discrete points
this year
from
the next
nor
from
the one
that preceded
they are
a continuum
of
war
hatred
and
greed
and
prayers
prayers
that
have no
endings
nor
answers
we pretend
for
a brief moment
celebrating
with
wine
and
kisses
that
what is coming
will be
different
a temporal oasis
an oasis
surrounded
by
the same desert
we were
just
wandering through
and
must
now
re-enter
ssshhhh don’t make a sound keep your eyes on the ground they’re watching you must conceive and begin to believe they’re watching they’re from dark space you must quicken your pace they’re watching they steal young flesh taking all that’s the best they’re watching ah you may scoff did you hear that dry cough they’re watching you don’t believe mad’s what you perceive me they’re watching look at your hands drier than desert sand they’re watching i had not fear until i passed the mirror and see where they had been
Read Between the Minds 