Every whisper has an ear
Even in the murkiness
Stabbing eyes in humiliation
Over looking the obvious
Callous tension break
It is so hot
It makes it hard to breath
Then the wind picks up
Pushing the heat around
Belting you with sand
Deadpanning the sun
The twinkle long since gone
Suspended midair in the abyss
A pawn in a physiological sadomasochistic game
This charade of the similarity conspired
Every one lies says the philosopher
Every one is innocent
Is that ironic sarcasm?
Asked in hushed tones
Not surprised
As the yellow eyed seagull stares
A contest with dead eyes
The nightmare in the sun
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