Snatching away in the light of dark
Snarking about in layers peeled behind mirrors
Lurking down parallel corridors
Perhaps you say they are mere
Purveyors, Surveyors once maybe even Governors
I used to know what they looked like
Snatching a glimpse of one's shadow
They were not I am suprised to say
So different from we or we them
This is after all their design
But they are bored now
Taunting at the edge of the imagined and real
Larking at out inability to see or understand
Toppling us all into wretchedness
No son I have not seen a Halycon and
I never intend to.
A collection of poems and musings by a rookie poet and constant dreamer - J.O.S.H
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