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Edge of madness,
edge of life,
infinite need,
stronger than any guidance
from your heart.

first impressions are correct

From dire impulse
and bottomless desire
you have made
a fine creation
with cardboard,
and glitter,
precise in all calculations
except the one that measures
the distance
of your heart
from your soul.

you cannot seek on the outside
what emits from within

Each new hit of validation
leaves you hungrier than before,
but you cannot stop;
the rhythm of this dance must go on,
even though late at night
the whisperings of invisible angels
remind you of what you cannot be.

Turn away and laugh.
Affix your mask just so.
Too many omissions leave us blind,
so kneel and pray
for salvation
from yourself.

This was written for The Sunday Whirl.


Jae Rose said...

Cardboard does not weather many storms..it is a strange dilemma..how we sabotage ourselves..have just read 'The End of Mr Y'..in which Adam says 'I'm self destructive, but in a more literal way. It's what the Tao asks you to do: to destroy the self and get rid of the ego'..easier said than done..

November 3, 2013 at 12:35 PM
flaubert said...

Intense write, Ann.


November 3, 2013 at 2:53 PM
Old Egg said...

Curiously their facade and omissions usually signal "danger do not trust" but they themselves have been blinded by their own deceit. Those I have known like this do not believe in angels! It is strange where the prompt words take us!

November 3, 2013 at 5:16 PM
Alice Audrey said...

You nailed that one. From the concrete of paste and glitter to the sublime of the distance from your heart to your soul. This one is very strong.

November 7, 2013 at 9:22 AM

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