blue pony is smiling
behind blind eyes
he knows nothing
but unsailed seas
and unharmed pinatas
until the rise of the moon
behind swollen vision
reminds him of
hidden footprints
dew-laden flowers
reveal that truth he'd been seeking
tucked behind his ear like a cigarette
it was there waiting for the fire
ringing in his ears
accompanying his heartbeat
tick, tick, tick, tick
without melody
serene
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