Cracked Wide Open

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Aching hollowed flutter

On the edge of joyful remoteness.

The pleasure cruise of a dream world full of connection.

Just at its wings,

Newness fading into familiarity.

Light peaking over the ridge of truth,

And washing away the stillness.

Washing away the ‘us’ that never was.

Beneath a faulty cloud of tenderness.

Two strangers-

Broken.

Sewn together by wounded thread and pricks of bitter disarray.

Lying naked

Before one another under a crescent of flighty jumbled words.

Synthetic laughter tainting the pleasure of happenstance.

Loneliness a size too big for perfection.

Thumping along to the beat

Of a heart cracked wide open.

The centrepiece in a world full of ruined plenty,

And carefully, shaken faith.

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The dust of uncertainty settles neatly.

Fragments of disarray.

In the effervescent light of summer moon

The hand strokes minutes past the hour.

Nudging consciousness-

Sweetness of an unsettled tune.

Intoxicated by the slow melodic kiss,

Of dangerously solid wake.

Dizzying realness of a broken spirit,

Pawing at the edge of possibility.

Silenced.

Disappointed.

Fake.