Never two the same
none ever in the Rare Place
deep and dark like lost woods,
or quiet eyes on Death’s eve.
How to wonder as far as fingertips,
to shut as tightly as innocent ears,
there,
beyond the twinkle of the sea break,
there!
An opening not so wide
just a glimmer of acquiesced satisfaction
for a dreamland of longing.
A softened and yet horrid type of drill
that pierces the back of the neck and
nags down until there is ash dusting
the place where the heart should be.
Come take a look into the black reflection
of a mirror and leap.
There is a burning and no fire
a chase but no hunt
a parasite to no host.
You can open your fists now.
Never two the same
the new and the old
and likewise,
no two can survive in this Rare Place.
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