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the intruder

Ron Torrence

on the beach one day

i passed a memory

lying in the sand


I gave its jagged

teeth a wide berth

but it lept at my ankle


after awhile only a

small scab was left

of a gash to the bone


until I realized

an infection had

seeped into my brain


bad dreams

vague anxieties

unwanted thoughts


stowaways on peaceful

moments burrowing to

forbidden places


like a path of

gateways each

darker than before


plunging into the center,

a bubbling cauldron

of white heat


the origin of terror


everlasting sin

abandonment

death


yet


crossing this singularity

into the soul’s black hole is

the pathway to enlightenment

AUTHOR BIO

Ron Torrence published his first short story at age 50 and his first poem at age 80. Even so, his fiction, non-fiction and poetry are widely published.

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