Slipping through the slits and fingers
Tainted words and precarious conjunctions
Silently growing onto you like a weed
Slowly seeping into your untrained mind
Frisking, frolicking and foaming unto the
Unchartered grounds and misleading air
While you sit upright, hiding from plain sight
What could have fuelled your thorough
Yet myopic might has bloated up into
A disastrous confluence of conflicts and wine
Catering to the needs and superfluity
You had darted dauntlessly into assumptions
And tobacco induced believing of the new
All to be greeted with a profane smile
Have you carried the weight of the words?
To fall prey to ephemeral trust and confide
Once again to be reminded of blind-spots
You had so craftily hidden away
In your whiskey flask and presumptions
And here you are, backsliding
Glorifying the deeds of the day
You heave a sigh and take refuge
In books, nooks and firefly jars
Searching for the lost locks of
That chiming conversation
What’s left to taste are the flavours
Swindling you into believing
That the trees you so willingly
Wanted to clasp are there at
Your naïve disposal and just
When you take a step forward
A word tears them apart
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