The rest of my life dangles beneath me
within silk robes edged and tightened--
holding on to nothing more
than a 6 inch lead pipe bar tied
in one knot.
Holding it all together.
I navigate the twists
the turns
the waves of sheet which
spread beneath my toes
letting me know
life lives--
drowning me in it's confusion.
The parade I give I get lost
among the masquerade,
covered in fuchsia strength.
It seems to me the tightrope of life
which I traded for this.
Was less a bargain than a trick
with no trapeze or net
to catch my flailing limbs.
I tighten the cocoon of my nestled
sheets, neatly against the bar
wrapped in love
and evolution.
Till the heaviness of my heart
begins to rip the seams of such
magnificent fabric.Piece by piece
I am exposed
and I fall.
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