The look in his eyes forecast a storm of emotions about to hit
Everything to this point had been smooth sailing on calm seas
Mentioning her name, though, had brought a sudden change for the worse
Pushing himself up out of his chair, he leveled a finger
Everyone was quiet, waiting for the lightning bolt of his anger to strike
So when the finger went back down without a word, well everyone thought the worst had past
That’s when he took one step forward and a rain of fists poured down
Looking at the arrow of time, he felt that it was wrong. It didn’t explain his bouts of DeJa’Vu.
Oh, that’s why he had spent so much of his life putting together this machine from those moments.
Only did he have the balls to press the button and see what would happen?
Pushing it he winked out of time. When he woke up he had a feeling he should make a time machine…
Soundlessly floating among clouds of thought
Leaping from one random thing to the next, but trying to create a narrative
Eventually to his sleep-addled brain, it all made sense
Everything a flow of deranged circumstances distilled into a crazy story
Pushing slumber back into consciousness, the construct fades, but the emotional memory remains
The faster he beat the air, the more chaotic they seemed to play.
Everyone following their own beat, toes tapping in irregular rhythms.
Melody and harmony intertwined in ways not intended by any involved in its creation.
Pushing those in the audience to cringe and squirm in their seats.
Obviously, the following ovation was intense. The musicians were kids after all.
Pushing her to her limit
Only she couldn’t react
Knowing it would just encourage him
Except he was so cute when his pudgy toddler finger pushed her tummy and he squeaked …
The situation was very sticky that she found herself in
All the good intentions in the world were not going to help her now
Pushing the button, the last of her coins activated the slot machine
Everyone watched the miracle on the old grainy video when they pulled the …
Watching the spirits dance in the moonlight while nursing her new bruises
It made her want to run out there and join them.
She knew she shouldn’t. She knew what would happen. She would never come back.
Pushing off her back step she decided it was better than the alternative.
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Ever wonder what’s inside?
Not opening it, but imagining the contents.
Viewing it held up to the light to get a hint.
Everything telling you not to open it.
Laying it down on the desk you try to walk away
Only you can’t.
Pushing you to your breaking point until you give up and rip the seal
Everything changes in that moment.
Pushing a pile of it across her desk back in 2019
All she wanted was to bury her head and ignore the rest of it
Perhaps somehow find a wormhole in reality and fall in
Emerging in her house, free from any of those damn dead trees
Reality hit her during the pandemic. Electrons were even worse than …
Pushing society’s boundaries
Until it finds the breaking point
Never accepting being inside any box
Keeping the norm from becoming comfortable and helping it grow if it wants to or not.
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