Osmosis

Mysteries exist in solution,

exerting an osmotic pressure 

on all those who have to swim 

in the same sea

with the sharks

and the dead.

What happens to the man who

believes his own hype,

it isn't good, I can promise you at least 

that much if nothing else.

I am Welsh, but I don't go back on

promises, or back down

the same road I just came up.

One step differently placed makes it a new path.

This cosmic bracelet I wear

dangles the planets in charming succession,

linked to every mystery

past and present,

through the panes and frames as I name them.

The cat is dead this time, I swear.

I looked in the box.

T. Sylace 2-12-11