Second by Seconds

You had a dream in hell

Every line is a punch line

When you have something to punch

Moving by invisible threads

Of those fair wise ladies

All strings are made of guts

A reel for gags

You think you are thinking

And they giggle at your folly

Only your folly is yours

Yours alone, yours truly

Pale knights and pale floods

Piling up like an electrified blanket

The hardest of hearts

Medusa, Medea

Make love not war

Make a better world, they say

Only made a fool of you

But that’s okay

Everything will be okay

When you wake up 

From the act of waking up

2020.04.

By Aran Meredith.