Ideas Sleeping Furiously
Standing by the river, eyes withheld, mothlike,
the sun’s a lollipop, dropping like
a bomb paralysed. Hear them whistling
beneath the ice. The world’s not finished
blinking, the trees are choking, hear them
melt into the soil. I would keep myself awake
if you let me, never pour the truth through
the sieve, always check twice love was free.
I’d lock this world inside a cell, force
it to admit, leave it packaged for the
stores, just so I’d blink again. I would keep
myself outside, stay a victim, untaught,
innocent, folded tissue, but the
searchlights are too broad.
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