Everyone sleeps during the day
Because the nights are so bright
And when the sun finally does
Decide to retire to its bed chamber,
A new doppelganger steps in
To take its place and start
The cycle anew.
The night is the day and the day
Is the night when the knights
Returning from long battle
Illuminate the silence
With paige-shined armor,
For the squire is on his way
To greater heights and knows
A thing or two.
I see what I don’t see, but fail
To see what I do see,
And in front of the behind
That sits next to the insides,
Outside rests on top of what
Should be resting beneath
And below.
Furrowed brow, mind watching
Time click backwards with
Mischievous hands greedily
Rubbing together under cold water
And lather-less soap,
Everything bleeds but nothing
Hemorrhages out;
Or was that in?
I walk backwards to go
In some direction that
Clears brush in subtropical
Air, only to find that bees
And wasps still sting
When their nest is disturbed.
Composed 06/25/2012
Author’s note: It’s amazing how bright it stays outside in the summer sometimes. As someone who lived most of his life pulled ever-closer to the equator, it was quite interesting to see the sun out after 9PM.
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