Super Muri Quod Rimas

Secrets are kept in pockets
Hidden in the closet of mother Earth
Deposited by sharpened tongues
In the mind of friends
Whose hearts are more wicked
Than territories inhabited by those
Believing the world is blind
But it’s only a crack
Though my heart bleeds a little
In winkles and trickles
In tiny droplets of pain .
I peep and venture
From splits and peeps
Divulging moments
Printed
On the slate of my heart
In bits and pieces

Bose