Caustic Dreams


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When the illumined are illumed

in the shadows of darkness,

Twisted thoughts masking initial intent,

writhing, stark remains of regurgitated words

pound relentlessly in falling heart,

sharp pain spreading like fingers

across sordid language,

tossing and turning in hoping, just hoping,

hoping eating the edges of fantasy,

crossing caustic fields of a western stake out,

guns drawn shaking in gut, in mind, in doubt,

deathly bullets of love

never seemed so tragic

as forever not true,

…Not then

…not now

…not ever

Sending me reeling,

keening into the night

of your reality.

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