The unexpected words shear the wool
from your placid eyes. Taking in
the reality so suddenly; it shows
in your disbelieving blinks. A
burning baptism of the heart leads
you to see the person I am hiding
within me. My cold vision is not
one of indifference, but of the
cutting away of futures not meant
to be.
I can taste the smell of blood in
the air; going back to that moment;
the equilibrium of time. And,
through a mind meant for sacrifice
from the beginning, we see the
endless expanse of creation at our
fingertips.
Against all the odds, we are made
to understand.
[20:48|14.8.011] ©c.thomas.carter
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