Dancing on the Lids

Opening the eyes

While they are closed

To the world


The sun

Is shifting

At the back


From sun to moon

And moon to sun

Back again

But the eyes

Remain closed


On the lids

The memories dance


Over and over

They resent the mind

They bait it

Enlarging the twinges

The words

The memory



Like a picture

Photo shopped

It looms large

A symbol

For misdeemer

Pulling out

The loose hairs

Biting finger nails

Screaming fury


It consumes

The heart

The mind

Yet the mouth

Stays closed


To hurt

To reflect the mirror

Opposite to

The golden rule

An unspoken


Is formed

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