Prose Daily Strategies
Regaining Sight Unseen
Remembering who we are
Oh, the shores of Lake Michigan, father and son were looking out into the fading distant memory of generational pulls. Manistee, in through the narrow canals, landing to the east and west on the riverbanks unfolding time after time — resting while muted child tugs at father’s hand’s muzzle.
Truth be told, unleashing glimpse in every Step into the Canvas, lost forgotten ways, days of seeing beyond all veils. Live thy life as it was in the beginning, torn apart by man-made certainties malfunctioning for the last time — transference of following lost forgotten sheep, revealing true as Peter Parker, Clark Kent, and any other secret identities, no longer hiding behind the masks.
Shadow of Doubt, Thomas no longer speaking of the foreboding tongue-tied to an evergreen, life everlasting dipped in the daily tea. Elixir of vicissitudes last birthing thought, bridging gaps from left to the right hemispherical rhymes numerical, one… two…three strikes you’re out, at the old ballgame.
Are you?
End game?
Fallen into seas misery, burnt ash transforming pharisaical to dusting off the records scratching Post Malone running in circles, blackened phase into the white-flying overhead. Dragons breath…
