In the Jaws of the Cryptic

The troll stood leering
As his riddles
Swam disconnected
In my head
I was at a loss for an answer
Not because it was clever but because it was spoken in an incomprehensible tongue…
I tried my best decipher
But was stunted in my ability
Confined to the narrow window
Of formulaic comprehension.
And readying for the feast that would ensue
The troll’s devouring competing with the gnawing of my ineptitude.

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magic trick

candied words

subdue

questions.

iloveyous

wreath the unanswered.

recalling all

the good

the happened

the known

waylaying the unknown for another day…

a magic trick that works only because i stay silent.

earnestness urging patience

to gather its resolve 

once again

unknown

there is a yearnful parting
that never came to be

we search for it without notice
whether or not an illusion

never knowing if each met
will ever be the ONE

as understudys eager to be betrayed as us.

two strangers never encountered
convinced they will know:
innately, irrevocably

and as they contemplate thus
seemingly guaranteed in deed

each pass the other
remaining one less unknown.

the now

looking towards the Future

only takes you so far

when you are waiting

for the Now to appear.

and though all that is optimistic

claims to follow Yet

and all that has gone

has been washed over with

Yesterday’s rosy brush

the Truth is:

Now with its

imperfections

and awkwardness

is what i impatiently

crave.