Submissions by oraclesight

Do you have a banister?

Are you walking palm upwards?

Callous from the blisters
The finger whispers:

"Edge of Nantucket, Freed."

Where the synapses play on me.

This island of modern connectivity
Lace pools of floating sorrow.

Life relays a message for tomorrow:

"Peace will be held captive until a relapse
Or an understanding of true halos
Amongst my fellow children hill of eyes.

You will all know a piece before the whole
Truth.

A roulette of choices and...

That lonely third space                                
  floating away from the Sun.                              
Stings me in the back of my head                            
  while the Moon is looking down at us.                       
                               
No more of that funny love compels me.                     
No more of those honey words devour me.                     
No more scents of sweet grass                    
  during the twilight of our days                         
    in the speck of an hourglass of us. ...