Like the border between alive and dead

Between phantasm and flesh

That will be visible this Halloween

The line has worn thin

Between my yard and the woods

There are spaces

Between the deciduous leaves

Where I can now see out

See that there is no magical path to

Adventure or alternative lives

See that the path does indeed lead

To Main Street and

Speeding cars, convenience stores

Bars and stop lights

All with no meaning

Except the daily plod

To a life of reality…

© 2014 Viata Maya


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