Snookered

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Poetry

The
surest sign
you have once again
been
snookered
by unreality
is that
you find yourself
in an all too familiar
position-
crouched down
behind a waist-high swath of shrubbery,
sweating,
heart pounding,
vision tunneled,
thinking
you’re
about
to
pull a fast one
and
nobody
else
will know.

Take caution
in such moments.
You are being set up.

Silence is irresistible bait.
You tremble
inside of it
with anticipation,
blinded by possibility,
while
the One
inside you-
always watching,
never deceived-
decides to
let this one play out,
being perfectly happy
to see what comes next.

That One
knows
one good
collision
with redhandedness
is all
it really takes…

to break us open…

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