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Escape
to a world of possibilities,
where nobody else's
chimeras
can follow.
Let them chase
with avid
worldly eyes
- watch them
draw near -
they come
only to drool
on the glass.
Then
with an elegant swipe
pull the blinds
& dive
unabashed
into the attic
where the madwoman
awaits.
Take your time -
you have until
the next old moon
to put on
the cocoon
of cobwebs
& the carnation
of new blood.
Tick tock
All dressed up now
ready to emerge
on the shore
of Nostalgia
or Neverland -
little does it matter
- you don't mind
retracing your
fickle steps,
crushing your old trails,
or leaving new ones -
always behind,
always for you to follow.
But you must
keep rehearsing
your tango steps,
remember?
So many partners
lined up for
the milonga tonight
- most of them dead -
such excellent dancers!
Gluing your body
to theirs
brings new thrills
every time.
Only the copper sand
crawling
between your toes,
embracing your ankles
makes you skip & hop -
it ingrains a new
blood mandala
on your calf,
on your thigh -
time to stop!
On your next dive
you'll avoid
the rapturous treachery,
you tell yourself
sobbing
& wishing
you had gone
waltzing
tonight
instead.
Live your life
on a dreaming spree
and you'll be free.
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