The room paused
Inhaling before a sneeze
Undo the manipulation
The world has little use for another
Inattentive
Bias
Ill-informed
Over opinionated
Individual
Watch well after they remove your plank
For a sight to behold is on the horizon
Unclog ears waxed over with idleness
Wash any obstacle so it may shine
Stand
High
Speak
Slowly
Deliberately choose
Know when enough has been reached
Losses will be totaled when the world has no comment
Tongues held out of respect and not practice.
Science will paint a peaceful picture of another collective that refused to coexist
Somebody knows
Somebody always knows
It’s a matter of asking the right questions

We changed the date the calendars marked.
All of them in bold font.

Two weeks early and a day.
Some came with babies and swollen tummies.
The men all had shaved.

We ate, exchanged, and went our separate ways.
The day left on the calendar remained the same.
That day left open.

Nothing would be open,
except
maybe
Chinese.

Surely one didn’t see the future clearly.
The sight was taken from,
kept hidden,
cleaned.
Neatly crisp the edges are.
The borrowers illusion transforms your present hallucination.

Be wary of what you create- for it may take on a life of its own.

If only like the trees we could let go without uprooting.

Yea,
before i graduated,
before we broke up,
before kansas,
before italy,
before number five,
before you joined up under the **** commander.

I thought I knew what I was,
what I wanted,
who I’d be.

But time reminded me
of my mortality.

Accidents sculpted.
Limbs punctured.
Secrets spilled.

My foundation slipped out.
The mess was astounding.

Broken.
Bruised.
Battered.

Onlookers scoffed.
Kin took perimeter,
shielding me within.

It was there  
I remembered
who I’d been.