Secret Song

Flesh eats
Hair surrounds
Pressure builds
We all give in sometimes.

Neurons locked behind watery orbs
Seeking, seeking, always seeking
Adversary, comrade, companion
It doesn’t matter.

Weighted down
Bonds of cloth and silk and flesh
Rip them! Tear them!
Rend them to pieces in your thrashings!

Wear the face
Hear the sound
The feeling
Of Sun through clouds.

The night’s untimely pulses
Bring you
Swing you
Over the surface
Of a glistening pond.
Sing its secret song.

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By Keith Survell

Geek, professional programmer, amateur photographer, crazy rabbit guy, only slightly obsessed with cute things.