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("The Matador" is a painting by Olan Smith, 2018, acrylic on canvas.)
The Editor of Truth
©09-04-2021, Olan L. Smith
The longer he waits, the hastier is the tic
Of the clock, the chime is a plastered
Clatter in his ears, a migraine to detonate.
Do you fathom? The clock is unwound,
The lifeline spent, a redo is scheduled.
However, the fissures between worlds are
Revealed, published―yet no one reads, they
Walk into oblivion, slipping through the cracks,
Into a waning mist. He is the Eraser,
Who cares for nobody. People neither recall
Or remember, people emerge from crevices,
Some are replaced with evil's apprentice.
The editor of reality is a dangerous creature.
The thread is unwound, and the script revised.
(A.N. This is a 14 line free verse poem divided into 3 quatrains with two monostich lines; the 5th and 14th.)
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