(alluring as they
Kaleidoscope’s fearsome rays bury in my skin and call it a day; mindfucking prayers I never could spare, even on behalf of those whom I keep.
Sweeping panic like a broom in dances with aloof particles, an absent-minded arsenal of fairy tales austere, paper castles built without compare.
there that you found
me, in a daydream dungeon,
beckoned I climb the ramparts, lay
eyes on somethin’
of my home,
warmed by first light and keeping guard over
paper castles built upon
Styrofoam fields, without
the youth to work
I chose to again be
for fear of outside crumbling.
And now my keep has folded, steered into the
under foreign beasts who cheat their footing over
the birds of death are all around.