I just feel a dawn breaking over the night sky
so suddenly, that I forgot it was ever night!
Like imagining the afterthought of a nightmare
or a safer pitfall of falling into a new illusory dream!
Sometimes escapism is more legitimate than it seems!
Would I suggest that I have cut off some patterns
or all, like discovering my nakedness with a new vision
of barrenness to explore. I was not in a striptease
for an applauding audience. The curtains are down
on my stage, even my make-up is ruined with
perspiration. Are there any tears out of apathy?
For all those who subsumed I had loyalties
beyond themselves, with the evil that handgrabbed them,
I have no pittance of pity or patience; like I decided on bygones!
I don’t care anymore what is the solar apex; if the clouds were
as expansive as the Zodiac, I’d float on the oblivious, distant from
the constraints of any age or any love and any loyalty I felt!
Just to avoid any unwanted fealty. I should have realised a long time ago
that prevention is better than cure. And my loves and loyalties
sorely became my afflictions. So, really, would I be running
away from the reality of taking on fruitless marathons. I can
just find it convenient to discover new powers in new creations
abandoning one restrictive obligation, to create a new yet
unovertaken set of created realities. Or should I prefer to be smugly alone!
I just couldn’t be bothered about thinking yet, about being bona fide anymore!