I walk alone

unnoticed by spirited mates

in mirrored ideology of time

and life’s awareness, waking.

 

Superego takes control.

Iris dilates.

Clarity, infused into super conscious.

There is no duality.

Rhetorical triads merge into one,

paramecium, to biped, to super humanity.

Evolve.

 

In stone and light structures

tribal clans worshiped:

the man in…,

the rabbit jumping,

the horse galloping,

sliver, half and new,

Full, lantern

hiding the dark side

of the satellite.

 

Ever watchful, oft times smiling.

The sentinel.

Shared by,

seen by,

known by,

all through time.

 

I am alone lying within the lullaby

beneath the shroud of nights sleep.

I am alone because the moon

doesn’t speak to me anymore.

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