She has these
Starborne eyes.
And I
Here.
on her blackened
scarred
beach.
Face down.
Spit the sand out
my mouth.
What happened?
Where is she now?
Standing over me.
With that smile.
And I wonder.
What it meant.
Don’t leave, Scorp.
We need you.
I. Need. You.
II. Win this Holy Game.
Under your covers.
Left bare.
The secret moment of your
Life’s scare.
I see your pattern.
I know your fate.
Consider my corner.
A left swing a right.
What a fight.
There are some flickers
I still remember
When I told you about what my
life meant.
And watching your reaction.
So calm.
Still.
Matter of fact.
But with that look.
A psychologist’s look.
A psychotherapist’s look.
Among us here. Black tears.
Not so many fears.
Flashes on the tile.
Indeed.
The grapes on that counter
Quite pristine.
In your countenance. You will seek.
Presence.
Something in your gathering waits.
Prickle.
Don’t wait.
Do not
Place the bearing of your
Essence.
In this placid state.
In this next year.
We will Stand.
Yes.
The Twins will stand.
Finally.
At ;ast///