::11:26:07::

::: Magicians Dialect :::

Closed eyes whisper with a fleeting feeling
despite the hurried laughter hidden beneath all the
smoke and mirrors
ill learn to discern truth
from
fiction
once I can let go of
virgin notions that have nestled themselves
deep inside me
those self sufficient tenants lingering
somewhere outside my influential gaze
and constant badgering
it isn’t a response I’m waiting for
but the motions
they’re avoiding
taking
giving
and somehow still able to offer
a temporary fix
for my porcelain affliction
works of art that all can travel and
pay tribute to
(regardless of admission)
if that’s a problem
try the back door
it doesn’t hurt to ask for the easiest way in
these regrets haven’t learned humility yet
why should you?

Written by: ~ Christian Melendez

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