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Scorpions in the Sand.

Updated: Jan 8, 2021



Scorpions in the Sand.

Often, wondered I,

of the nature of secrets wild

The truth, if it be a shore,

is plenty-full of soft golden sand.


Hence, the secret shame

is a black inconspicuous scorpion

buried just as deep

as a foot length.


What discomfort it brings,

to imprint one's sole and soul

in a world of ease

only to discover shattered peace.


Time waits patiently at the market,

hustle, bustle, wrestle around her

She may never reveal

Her greatest tussle:


The black-hole in a galaxy of stars,

such an esoterica of deception


Truth so carefully guarded

Fire in an ocean

Ants in our tea

Darkness in light


Enemies amongst friends

All those secrets 'rightfully' kept

shall one day come alive

to some heinous degree


Time does not reveal a secret

A secret reveals itself to be so,

in all,

finally reveals a hidden clause


One may yet forever escape the poisonous painful sting

of the armed arachnid


It lies forever in wait,

as a chance to hurt

not one but many


Only those who know where it dwells

may steer those concerned

away from Scorpi's dwelling


Secrets do not stay stationary,

as they move slowly,

still they move

because they sting to live and live to sting


The only means of escape

may be a rubber sole about the soul

Cynicism to the sands of truth


Another option be to remove

the scorpion that terrorizes truth


Oblivious forever, the foot may be,

if one powerful enough

be it the systems of this world

or a parent

manages to divert one's attention

far far away from that side of the beach

far far away from the beach at all


So much effort,

perhaps evil,