I take the living
into a death hypnosis
bringing
people back to wonder
making older adults
nervous.
The poems of an honest writer
are the only lies we know of
leading towards the deep.
Beneath murky waters
is a darkness no one likes.
In the silence there is us
meaning you and I
living in the mind.
All night we remember ferris wheels
and the musical cadence of our spring.
Rain drops echo into valleys
resonating days
you and I once lived.
-V I L L A N U E V A
06.09.21
Time slowly taking us
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