Silent Ambassadors

I had a new life promised,

But I wouldn't let go,

So I ate cotton candy

At the midnight show.

It played out projections

That coaxed me away.

It told me that vessels

Weren't made out of clay.

There's no spinning wheel,

Not even a Potter;

Just wandering hunters

And oblivious fodder.

I stood from my seat,

Though only in mind,

And cried, "You're 

Metaphysically quite misaligned!"

My well-spoken words

Shook the theater with violence

(At least it would have

If I spoke more than silence).

CM Logan

I've got a little bit of writer's block at the moment.  This is a poem and artwork from my husband 



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