my feature pyroelectrical swirl
- thickly embedded around bilious blue.
Me, me, me which I would that be?
Smoggy, groggy, fated foggy - so suspect
of my residency in this trademark space.
I, that boss of some so-so franchise,
in this phenomenal terra familiar,
blatantly blat my interpretation
of my so-so this is me.
Pleading away -
it is I that leads away from me,
with me, for me
- odd allies in denial.
Shhhhhhhhh
wearenotalone
feast or fast, fray or flee
all reactions from the first fear
eternal recurrent
phantom circuit
fiery lying slacks in la-la waste.
Flipped upside down, in out space-time
she saunters through infinity
with one fluid gesture -
now on this stage.
She graces my left ear
with her crimson lips
and silently shouts -
you have been there and you been there
Hear dear, Here dear...
The bailiff bolts,
the megalith gesticulates,
the empire is under siege.
Then I speak, I always speak!
That I bombastically boast
of my special relationship with her;
She flares
and I am tossed back into in space-time
She is gone
I alone.
I wanna leave this cinema,
always the same shoddy show,
and in between each screening
reading the same old feature
in that flaking aged daily.
I purchased space in the announcement section
once upon, so long ago -
filled the grayish white
with desperate red ink.
I am here,
Love.
You remember,
Love?
You see me,
Love?
only i responded
that chief of none.
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