How long have I been lying here?
I’m not awake, am I?
I feel like last time I asked
I spat out a handful of teeth and woke up screaming
Is that an alarm going off?
I'm not already behind schedule, am I?
I constantly skitter around
Grabbing floored items as I run
Have I floated past this moment before?
I’m not living in circles, am I?
Keeping one eye on the floor of the past
One on my destination, the wide open future sky
Have mortal bonds relinquished their grip?
I’m not haunting the ruins of an unlived life, am I?
Swearing revenge is a risky business
It only impedes your own restless soul from gaining peace
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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