The Readers

Everything that separates skin

from bone and dreams from the present,

separates us from them.


We are bound to each other

by the danger that follows

us intuitive types.


Our thoughts are strung

together with the moon

and the rest


of the world

with membrane tissue.

The world sleeps


while we must dine

on their true



and secret thoughts

until we choke.

It is the danger


of us to know

everyone’s soul

but our own.


It is the skin

that binds us

in our darkness.


**From Color in the Dark. Get your copy here.**




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