Matt Eayre/Uneven Streets Studio
I see her
days go by and I live my lies
truth sacrificed for a smile
minutes pass and I don’t look back
just walk another mile
could I take you there, is your existence dependent upon perception or is there more to your being,
is that the real you I’m seeing?
I’ve learned what I could as I fought through my dead-end-roads to land untouched by asphalt or steel cables, metaphors notwithstanding I have discovered uncharted territory inside the accepted reality.
Could I alter your vision, I would
to put broken edges to gold and silver
A secret language, he says, and explanation is requested. How can a lesson be gifted to the un-learned and un-tested? Speak you the words from where you can find truth,
your own secret language will expose the way forward.
I would linger with thee a while, milady, I would borrow…
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