Self-Reciprocating

Self-Reciprocating

hey, hey spirit of mine,
suffocated dreams,
whimpering colors -
dance!

good, good sweet memory,
remind me of time;
me, who? I!

sit quietly, little thing,
sit upon on the shelf,
hey, hey spirit of mine -
stop asking why.

answers, answers they twist,
coil, foil, zing a zapping ting!
realistic fiction?

mirror, mirror you let me fade -
away; AGAIN!
how many times?
how long, do I look to the sky;
begging?

You, You left me again;
dangling from the same rope -
I should have known its chords,
aww, but familiar always feels safe.

trapped, trapped into the threads -
they smote reality,
keep me clinging, floundering in chaos
sit quietly, stealthy?

NO! NO! the knots cannot smother,
gently untangle the noose,
silently slip through -
peel apart the face of denial;
speak, speak LOUDLY in a muted voice!

farce, farce – ALONE
desolate?
I think not,
cloudy, dizzy, pang,
tear off opaque skin;
AND shriek out a single truth -
abandoned?
not quite …
but Who will save me?
(someone known as I)

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