Spit and lift

paint runes of negligence upon my brow

careful not to touch me

it would bely the resolution

of justice

A fallacy, a pretense

a cry for help

holding dreams in a sandbox

callous winds peeling skin

a rictus greets you

stand in line and bide your time

losing place

choosing face

kill and atone

kaleidoscope convalescent

watching form shift to motion

picturing Picasso

picturesque distortion of pictures

draw the short straw

a lottery for the short-changed

walking into damnation

whistling the tune almost remembered

like a drop of water on parched throat

or opioid peace for shattered mind

silver patients await creation

blind with eyes open

seeing with eyes closed

Jesus saves souls

and redeems them for valuable prizes