what I try has been knotted over years
of meaning well
is the seizure of my never-land
deliverance sums by wombs of isolation
and constricting tenets of valved ideals
that tangles passionately from puppeteers
that is merely two parties to inquest that you join
will not be able to move freely
chaos and destruction
are to work their way in
left hemisphere/right hemisphere
I; equilibrium
Author notes
"Self Portrait" by the-surreal-arts @ deviantart.com
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a deep and engaging piece you have penned here, strong closing lines that add great impact.
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