I have passed the pillars

you may blind me but never find me,
for the sky is my cover and lover.

I am past the pillars, treading water
with somebody's mother, somebody's daughter.
three eyed puzzles muzzle the unmentioned,
mentats' pet cats that couldn't swim on a whim
and the women and children (first) feel cursed
because the water is now red where we tread.
I have passed the pillars and the killers
lay dead where thy fed, unwisely, on the lies we
told ourselves because we couldn't have meant
what we said in the land of the dread thread
we wind and bind ourselves with to a destiny unwritten.
smitten in our fear of the lighter spaces.

you may blind me but never find me,
for the sky is my cover and lover.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

The cat has gone into hiding...my visceral reaction to David Bowie's "Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed" does that. Of course, it's really the Buddy Holly "Not Fade Away" riff that does it. Audio adrenaline.