Call

That stare
Rejuvenates the dead and gone.
Your smile
Slays us all.

The angel visited me early.
She only speaks in warnings,
Never blessings.
Our highway's buckled and uncertain.

You've got to toss down more
Than penny antes
When there's blood 
In the middle
Of the table,
When lines relax to fuzzy smears
Throughout the room,
When all the colors fail to grey,
When all you are
Is taken, broke.

I think I know a way around,
A path directly to the middle
Where the fire blazes 
Yet does not consume.
I can take you over,
But you've got to make it halfway
To my vehicle yourself.

- 6/1/26

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