Romanced by, annihilation
A force to bring me,
To my knees,
Again and again,
Enamored by, the weeping,
Willow trees,
Dam broken.
Invisible insight,
Learning to dissolve.
Ego death, slaying dragons!
Next day, it’s like nothing’s happened.
A shroud from those,
Who save me…
Once more.
I can’t stop these cravings,
To break and bend.
Unraveling…
Blind mole,
Irreverent soul,
Digging up the garden,
Savory roots,
Dressed up as reflection,
More like gnawing recollections,
And a pervasive dance with truth.
So unreal…
Gratitude saves.
Pushing luck?
Reliable mave,
New form of high,
when the wine runs dry…
Disappear.
Did I ever exist?
Beyond the pupils of moss,
Reflection in some pond…
In my lost lover’s drawn out sighs,
A twinkle in the mind fading…
As someone you forgot.
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