Cradling my own confusion
Within the looms needed
to manufacture Trojans
Out of wire
Too bypass circuitry
That could be placed
alongside milestones
Too where a mountain fell
magnifying Surrealism
In Society’s detachment
from its own Denialism
Of its just another piccadilly
lost in a stream of the conscious
Some would choose to own
Their eccentricity
While watching those
That paper over their
Faults with carefully
trodden notes
Trying to forget those
dilemma’s of many souls
Burning skin with solder
Of couldn’t careless
if shadows revealed
what you were hiding
behind the Smoke of a empty
stomata mirrorballing
a smelting pot
a dog shaping a nest egg
between It’s paws creating
sinkholed Memoirs of stalicmite’s
tied into a plum leaf
made of amalgam
to infiltrate weak tea of supplanted
history of cognitive shoe horning
Light couldn’t stand under
The weight of gold whistling
Across bottles now ringing in
ears of moon phase.
