Sandwiched By Lies

Sandwiched by the lies spread through your body what would it look like if you saw it as whole whole like a loaf of bread...sliced front to back, sections missing when the chef goes hunting vagaries of form light on the moonlit night rhythms of fireflies positively negative impressions prejudice our eye’s glance of plus or minus defining an outline of shadowed presence barely known here at all danced through the trees, enraptured by outline’s disguise she appears and disappears... swaddled whole groves stand at attention awaiting orders underground rivers moving slowly in time shape the insistence of land illusions of spatial bound threads harmonize irregularities of mind consequential prattling pervades discourses of old guard and new Queen’s knight to black Bishop...strategic placement instructs magic’s game In the name of...all that is and has been...no longer forever more.