Intoxicated by the sleeper’s wake.
Restless, as an evened brush stroked
in darkened silvers that shall not shimmer.
Burst! Burst thither, hither, neither nor
the nether realms the interwoven lightness
entangles, in an instant branching out
and ever expanding.
Unfulfilled this pedestal, for if it were
not mined but the thoughts that were
audible. Each one picked, quoted, misquoted,
and nit-picked from networked clouds.
Then slip, slip off, slip away. wrenching
what is false and wrenching without passion
from both stomach and heart.
The paths, mine path’s ever inward
to the reaching shelf of even those fragmented
biscuits and cookies.
The mirrored ballroom of all the marionettes
masquerade, how forgetful for each may
have more than one way, more than a single
face, rather charade peaking with a wanton glare.
Sever the marionettes coils, let the mirrors remain
and each mask fall apart and away.
Blossom into light absorbing flame.