Duality Passes
Yesterday rose in a blistering maelstrom.
Been prepossessed with reality’s resta.
Suspended in beliefs, been told I was special. I realise now, just one single petal. Amongst a collection, pressed neatly in pages. The day before recanting, sisters behaviour. Ownership.
Broadcast universally praised, the bloom from another, a glorious stage. The gasping reality, born into being. Love tokens stored alphabetical drying. Who knew, such keepsakes were kept coincidentally? These standards a roundabout sickened synthetically. Spun until only the bile bilges pumped. As sterility’s joker, 53rd card trumped. Contradictions stiction predicted, it’s hard. Encased in the raging scored central husk, that’s discarded. The abysses amorous store. Safe. Memories lingering disgruntled chore. Me to these matter stakes, meaningless past. As long as direction duality passes.
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled fantasist. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath
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