Another Bit of Memories

Conscious to but not a victim of

Maintaining some constant on else’s energy levels

Aware, conserved paranoia

One already knows nothing upon meeting newcomers

They may just be looking to trade

Or to take advantage

They may be searching for the deepest most authentic connection

Or the shallowest

Consistently all are on different levels of one plane

An Excerpt from 'How Edward's Hand Felt,' MFAU

The stem emerges two inches above the world

Nowhere near any area that should allow it

Elle considers with a fingertip

Wild life growing in a desolate place

Where bloem are scarce, the only plant around

Surviving from underground

Reason of how is unattainable

Reason of good and bad, immaterial

Her eyes penetrated Edward

She plucked the stem without flinching

And he watched her toy with it pointlessly

Finally tearing it into itty-bitty pieces