Three Eyed Child
in trouble for the problems of the future
I sit there waiting,
watching. three eyes hopeful for
the scent of some new
Crimson satin,
salty sinew for the dim, lights
on the docks, no ship in view, the lighthouse empty
a marred sight for those without eyes. kaleidoscopes absent from use
taste on the trees, scarred rings of a treasure map
anvils lie in wait for the troubled hammers, sick
villages and tribes, never reaching the end a forever spiral
made of sand, fall through your grasp
Collapse into mist
Collapse!
Combust into breath!
You taught it to me,
the actions needed, the words bespoke
coursing through my winds, into my cosmic
channeling the waves of rock and amethyst
bend to rules handmade by the father
pragmatic views for the second child a wash
crew terrier, small achievements
underway, a key carrier ecstatic in change
Fall!
break away and
kill your ancestors
About the Creator
Trent Odlin
After getting diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disease at the age of fifteen, forcing me out of school and uprooting my life, I spent the majority of the next five years in bed. There, I found writing, and my own style of surreal poetry.
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