She moves on tiptoes
her face only slightly afraid
she grabs the bull by the horns
and ever so gently leads it
through the dark maze
and out towards the light.
Ambiguous heroes
male and female
invulnerable yet mortal
waiting outside your door
you open it
and see right through them.
Injured and strapped to a stretcher
bleeding for something you said
cover your face with a blanket
deny the charge but
make the allegation.
Dissolving into atoms
fading into electrons
becoming a quantum wave
a fraction
an irrational number
symbol into soul
a ghost haunting your dreams.
An extraordinarily shapely body
a lady with muscles that bulge
she wears next to nothing
she holds a broken silver egg
and watches
as a dream emerges
a small dragon
just about to take flight.
Clairvoyant and clairaudient wanderers
lost in the desert
prophesize evil
as they hear words
which no one else can
from corpses left long ago
by those who had no need for them.
– matt at shadow of iris
