Her Presence

I hopped five steps across the board.
I stood there looking
At the square that maybe would take me to jail.
I just needed the dice to settle
At more than eleven.
Instead I rolled two ones (darn
It!).
I hopped two steps down
And mistakenly landed
On the normal emoji toys.

I sleepily kept moving
And rolling my tiny dice.
I’d barely land and pass
Each neatly patterned cell.
One filled with candy crisps.
Another filled with fluffy materials.
I’d pass the moments with laughter;
Imagined?
I’d draw cards with riddles written
On them, but no one
Answered my questions.
I couldn’t see the end of this board game
I’m stuck in.

I heard someone give me a suggestion.
I peered over my shoulder to see
If it had been her, then wondered
If it had been an essence
I frankly created, to not be disappointed.


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Are We

Questionable weights, under
Brandish molten microcosms
Flung at the phantasmal;
Lucid, seemingly graspable,
Constructed from obsidian
Blades plagued by patterns;
Mottled lichen growths;
Contrasting cortexes against
Shaded terrains of flame
Shapes in curvatures, whir,
Witnessed by nuances in our
Materialization into this domain,
Slip, frozen, slit,
Made invisible, into
That dimension; alternate.


Biases

The distasteful sustain
Falsified numerologies
That endlessly flirt.

With pestles and mortar,
Favored remedies are
Replaced by odious
Repugnances of tenuously
Replicated tries; unmenacingly
Crushing shriveled up petalages
Garnered by unadorned windowsills,
With withered strips of dates
Within beveled borders along
Fluted reliefs; wonders of
Precisions inside forgotten memories.

Distorted ambiguities of misdirected
Communications.