Saturday mornings

The cracks between what you knew
[and what you assume you know]
spider across the walls you built
to keep the world on the outside

Spirals so wide we see them
only as a line here, a line there:
where we draw the line in the sand
gets closer and closer every time

dedicated amnesiacs
we hold these truths to be
self-detriment
and shy away from the shackles
of the awkward, shameful dreams
the ones we never spoke of
mad relatives of our reality
imprisoned behind lifeless eyes

bright sunlight on snowdrifts
the glare of introspection
shines so strong
Yet no light shines without shadow