Fractured Parallel Layers

World dodges

ricocheted bullets,

buzzards of coded secrets

disguised in layered flesh,

despising those

who don’t fit its husk.

Hidden in a moldy blend,

a dance with no music,

in tumbled pages of rust

refusing to hold hands

with the enemy.

Watching promises

bleeding through

jagged cuts,

world evaporates

into fractured parallel layers

of scattered sand,

renting its skin in strips

from embezzled thoughts

of false witness

against antagonists

who don’t fit its image.

Stand up, brave world,

an unclothed skeleton,

for what is righteous

solving the riddles

of earth’s life force

by opening your soul

to possibilities.