tug, a pull, a hint

it could even be benign

like an advice, a gesture, a pat on the back

for the trojan horse enters

the gates when covered up well: don’t even thin about it

said the damsel in distress, the old man unable to lift

a boulder.

and why would i?

a push, a fall, heady with words

that make little sense because the actions

do not align,

wait, do not over analyze

for the gray is everywhere

so it seems to make sense now

given a light to come out of the tunnel

then the plane crashes when lights blind,

no longer able to sense

the child-boy-teen-man learns the tricks of the trade

sees the many seeds all sprouted in one

human body,

tug, push, gray: gray is where the demons play apart

disguised as angels.

they look so pretty sitting on top of

the christmas tree!

kids they came along, eager for presents

with a morning star blazing strong and bright.

a smile, a word of advice, wise words

damning words, can you tell the difference?

senses beguile, spirits make small chat

on why the flesh is not able to see

what is clear as day in their world.

don’t you see, hear, sense?

it has already happened.