Almost Lucid
Part Three
Like grazers disturbed and scavengers spooked by the whiff of an incoming apex these leftover crumbs these bottomed-out men spring up and clap shut like a clutter of mouse-traps when the first is triggered the rest follow suit by suit by suit by suit the entire pack flops onto their backs regardless of colour or rank.
No matter the history of deals which ferried each shuffled towards their final round all faces turned up look the same in the end this was a game drawn by many hands the playing figures never changed their composure and borders remained defined by blacks offset by whites and the voids in between if ever filled in only with splashes of red.
No wonder this house collapsed these bricks craved depth all architects who build their own downfalls find proof in the rubble the answer was ready before its purpose found legs.
So many legs fled their purpose kicking and running in circles the pistons that fired delusions strewn across the shop floor the culprits behind the failure to launch the ticking parts of free will destinies unfulfilled held no choice except to crawl into post-mortem twitches.
The earth remains grinding its teeth alone to digest these sunken feasts there is no body left at the dinner-table but the joker who escaped the pack.
So allow yourself to be named wild rejoice at being discarded retort in peals of laughter when you’re exiled from the game.
© Josh Lonsdale, 2021
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