and drop me down
Am I a movable mass
of emotions,
devotions...
Haloed or hollow
I have arrived at an end,
beginning an odyssey
An eery existence interprets this place
Life leads me by the throat
and when I scream for release,
I choke on my words...
Disillusioned, I converge with
other worlds, in an effort to suspend
my suspicions,
and extend my dimensions
The source of my acuity is the fluidity
of my muse, who's mired in mishaps,
and missed steps
while remarkably my heart, my soul,
still holds this pen
What if at the end of my quill,
questions still persist
and the pieces don’t fit
and none of this mystical mayhem
can endure or secure
endearments... to breathe again
Again, I succumb to this interchange
of gold and gray...
"Awake" they prompt
"You have paid the toll"
I come into being, seeing, sensing,
brushing sticky indifference
from the corners of my eyes
while sheets of caterpillar cocoons
...call
The spirit speaks while warbling,
wobbling
on the far edge of clarity,
converging with insanity
and until the day comes,
I'll pick up my pen, in answer!
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