Borderlands

I awake each day

to a different country

A skyline where

sadness and happiness

battle as always against

elusive contentment

perplexed choices betray

a body disjointed

by surgical implosion

~Indexed

I expect there’s a term for it

somewhere lost on a map

of as yet undiscovered territory

waiting patiently

for an invasion of theory

A scattering of red pins

spilling, spinning

atop the globe

a strobe of reduction

screening for occlusion

blood worm squiggles

writhe blind

as they’re written

behind squeezed tight

closed eyelids

struggling to filter

the noise of the world

Peace

a peach out of reach

to the uninitiated

gardener

bleak blank movement

arrested at the border

of awareness

intuition tramping

the fence lines

between reality

and the dreamscape

Between the knowing

and the fearful

searching for an entrance

staring at the exit

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Image by Seajade

Crossing a pass, early morning in the Pyrenees.

The Borderlands between Spain and France.

Thanks for reading, Sea 😘