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Timeless Scarecrow



Walking through the plentiful golden fields stretching from sunrise to sunset, a maze through the congested staple searching for memories I wish I'd forget.

Upon the dawn surrounded by ears of corn, it's getting darker and the crows start to circle for what isn't reborn. Feeling the tension rise looking for a break, before me opening up I'm now only visible to those still awake, the ground invisible my hands start to shake, as I curl up inside I know I've made a mistake.

Trusting my instinct I press on staying low, I can see the ground now start to glow, it's only one direction that I can see to move where nothing will grow, the clay path moves around very slow, something inside said no. Opening up upon a desolate barren field I notice something start to show.

I'm still crawling low to stay away from the birds up high.
Getting closer the figure is still, getting closer it's losing straw, getting closer it's clothed, getting closer there are no more birds, getting closer is safe and drenched with trepidation, getting closer I lose focus and attention to this Scarecrow.

Amis this darkness I can stand tall next to this figure, it shields me from unknown harm, this place was scary, but my false dissolution created an illusion of safety, no danger was ever present as I trusted petrifying false securities, inevitable danger became my new reality, but I have married this affliction under duress, I'm now contained by this manufactured stress.

Together in martial only partial covered by larval made in parcel faking sparkle inducing marvel showing marble and controversial, hoovering in to this beautiful disaster for peace, I've surrendered my confidence to this apprehension.

The moon doesn't move as the birds caw in the distance, time stands still next to my mistress, I'm shielded now as space bends and realities emerge, the outside world no longer exist inside this slowly profound dimension, taking forever to dismiss the lag preventing future prominence.

The gravity pulls with no push, I can no longer feel anything but mush, I'm safely anointed to stay shushed, the scars now open to gush, everything tightens from plush, burning inside like a sage bush, this Scarecrow laid out a straight flush.

Reading these cards I realize the trick before me, the scarecrow altered reality and pulled me into absentee, I've been fooled the whole time carelessly, the deception encapsulated my entire being endlessly.

All I know now is this timeless Scarecrow.
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Submitted on February 15, 2021

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Kenny Pariseau

Just started writing poems, after all the heartbreak in one sitting i had to endure, I now use this to remind me of the gloom and move on as a survivor more…

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