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The Visitor
When the visitor comes
Can you hug with your eyes
Dance them through the doorway
Pull your ribs open and show
The tic-tic-tic
On an old brown couch
Watching black smoke
offering Midnight Moon
When the visitor enters
do they carry unoccupied eyes
Smile a real and good one
Pull open their ribs and show
The tic-tic-tic
On an old brown couch
Watching black smoke
small bites
of the Midnight Moon
When the visitor comes
Can you keep down that thing you always put up
Ask questions
No lies
Let them in
Ignore the ceaseless
attacking
Technology
When the visitor enters
Can they sit comfortably
Feel at ease
Laugh a real and good one
Tell you something that was lost
a burrowed golden memory
When does a visitor become something more
or less
Or are we all just visitors
constructing our fading nests
A lick of kindness
right on the nose
It’s a trick so timeless
All clocks turn to ghosts
It’s a lick of kindness
right on the heart
a trick so timeless
this could be the start
or the end
Visitor, stranger, lover, friend
Hauntng
Like "All clocks turn to ghosts" Fab image. I am not a ghost, not yet! I screen all metaphorical visitors. Death moved in around 2020, she grins a lot. ~(:D)-
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