Unconscience

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a flower’s jeweled face invites you to linger in a perfumed moment…

                you reach for your cell phone

sun shines through an amber mist, a glorious halo…

                you fiddle with your car keys

cathedral at dawn… the ancient stones sing your angel’s name…

               you wonder what’s on TV

her lips part, eyes open wide – the room fills with a swirling, roseate music…

                you worry that you’re overdrawn

the monk sets down the gas can, readjusts his soaking robes… strikes a match…

                you reach for the remote

the morning yawns – as the dream arises clear, luminous in truth…

               you rearrange your blankets

a child’s imploring eyes show you the sweetness of mercy

                you check your email

six thousand pounds of bone, sinew, plastic – crash together over a leather ball

                you take another sip of your beer

night sky… the immortal stars enfold you in a silent grandeur…

                you hum an idle scrap of melody

the Gestapo arrive in their hatewagon; drag your bleeding neighbor away

               you draw your curtains

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eric lee 202