Dancing on the Lids

Opening the eyes

While they are closed

To the world

.

The sun

Is shifting

At the back

Passing

From sun to moon

And moon to sun

Back again

But the eyes

Remain closed

.

On the lids

The memories dance

Playing

Over and over

They resent the mind

They bait it

Enlarging the twinges

The words

The memory

.

Enhanced

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

Afraid

To hurt

To reflect the mirror

Opposite to

The golden rule

An unspoken

Resentment

Is formed

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