The Lost Love of Need and Despair

 

Lost 2

Just a collection of reactions,

Just a rapture felt far off.

Awake sometimes upon the ether.

Humming to a rhythm unfelt.

 

What’s to do with this bag of wishes,

This chitinous tentacle of need?

Words spill in a variegated tangle,

Stain the mouth they cannot feed.

 

There is no ‘I’ here—

Go elsewhere.

Look under the chaos,

The mangle.

 

Just go!

There is no one here to answer:

Your outstretched hand,

Your everything smile.

 

There are shadows though,

With them will you dance?

Would you clasp close, these discarded images;

That could perhaps pass for a self?

 

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