A feathery strand of light
of facets in a diamond
enters the head.
The light gracefully moves
in the brain.
Pulling the trigger.
Responses that we bury deep in our mind.
It awakens the graves in our spirit.
On a grave stone.
We have placed ourselves.
Is like a drug.
No matter how hard we fight to disguise our addiction.
It provokes our unpredictable emotions.
It is a oleander to my psyche.
When I return to the dead sea of dust.
Enters my mind.
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