In between
the lines,
is what they really
think of you.
Their smiles
are all teeth,
all the better
to devour
you
with.
It’s something
in between
their eyes
and their hands outstretched
that makes you scream out
that they are no friends.
I’d rather
trust the storm
of infinity
than be so deceived
and lost
in the in between.
It’s only
one
little thing
that they kill you with.
It’s all over
before it begins.
Maybe,
I’ll find a way
on my own.
Maybe,
I’ll find my place
in this great unknown.
I’m alive,
I can claim,
as far as I know
I am here,
so why don’t I feel
complete?
Consciousness is a river,
an expanding, flowing,
loss of inhibition,
gaining as it reaches the ocean.
There is no restraining
once it’s been
emancipated,
so invigorated,
so eviscerated.
Open and empty
and alive,
in this single moment.
Forget the past,
let come what may.
I see the light
in your eyes.
I think you’re going
to be fine.
HG -2017
