Time is balance and dreams we try to remember.

A warm yes and a cold no, the uncertain in between: Somehow all the same.

Pulling nails alone will not reveal truth.

The plaster must be smashed.

The veneer broken and crumbled to the ground.

The wall must be demolished, its false shield violated,

layers of time like coats of paint scraped away.

Strip away the coverings: This is what you’ll find of me.

Dress the bones how you see fit.

About michaelstephendaigle

I have been writing most of my life. I am the author of the award-winning Frank Nagler Mystery series. "The Swamps of Jersey (2014); "A Game Called Dead" (2016) -- a Runner-Up in the 2016 Shelf Unbound Indie Author Contest; and "The Weight of Living" (2017) -- First Place winner for Mysteries in the Royal Dragonfly Book Awards Contest.
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