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Tomorrow's Eyes
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The Rushing Stream of Desires
Everything is magic in disguise, and so I
am careful to mask the innocence.
Smiles of branded plastic
that
is painted on with paper needles.
To begin, one must slither on
the ground of deception.
Isolate the tunnels of arrival
even before the truth
survives.
And so I
am cautious about opening
my thoughts
to any careless stranger floating by.
Instead I hinder perception
with convoluted words.
Vines of strangling force corrupt,
and so I
debate with myself the wisdom
of letting the roots of my life
be open for business.
Better to wrap myself in leaves of lies
that will
hide away the
wounded feathers
of tomorrow's eyes.
TOMORROW'S EYES
Well written, and there is a lot of truth in your poem.....As always, I enjoyed the read and thought.....heather