Before We Break the Trance

Rosy brightening cloud banks and chemtrails
red-winged blackbird’s conk-la-ree. Dream entrails
hidden beyond reach. House-sparrows toneless
cheeps liaison with the cacophony

of highway, weaving dissonance, not nest–
she’s gathering spilled straw again. Her quest,
like mine, to bring order to the mess night
wrought. Pick up pieces of consciousness, write

as the yoke of slavery descends taut
and I scramble zippy-quick for I’m caught
in the tumble of the scrum humans vie
for love on screens mind-control machines lie

the impossible heat drives me inside
waiting for a possible like, I bide
my time, paying voluntarily, it seems
entranced in malefic globalists’ schemes.

Inspired by: Liaison, Possible and Zippy.

Featured image: Space filter on algae in the lake.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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