Spy

by David Andrés Alíx

Acknowledged in your periphery

Would you like to know just what I see?

Things worn and polished and amortized

They are worthless if not practical

Distractions from what needs realized

Polish your heart from getting too dull

Your eyes; windows to the inside

Your mouth, a beloved roused to battle

Your hand shushing for a lullaby

One or two things are what you might need

Accomplish the monumental task

Hoard and ration your energy

The go-to captor who will be asked

Haste to the wall that love be free

Monochrome suits the time for the last

Be the quiet camouflaged striker

The rogue spy who will be the usher

Of the beloved who had no savior

-2013.04.10

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