Pisaries Creator

It is a tension you can’t see.

It’s there for you and me.

No matter how you slice it.

No matter how you dice it.

The tightening of the rope will occur.

Getting lost in the black ooze.

Give out a full bottle of booze.

Running fast doesn’t help.

Getting lost in the black kelp.

The ocean shrinks in front of us.

I recognize the eyes.

It sees all lies.

Everything the mirror shows.

The gap between us knows.

We aren’t who we claim to be.