*I am in Jail..
GoldenTower of damp stonewalls..
I am in a painful abduction of the senses,
by my own fathomed image.
I am the reflection of a barred window..
Any light can get into..
oganized as a mindful logical event.
I need the anarchy of my senses..
the wings of self – complacency..
a sight of a crooked horizon..
beyond my wishes..
and beyond my rememberings.
I am altive…
I am a prisoner of self deception..
I am any thing that could be hidden..
behind the iron mask of denied approval…
but I stay… too… naked..
and my skin is real..
streched as my limbs…
toward a soul, catched in my magic mirror.
Not what i dreamed…
And still… lips mine… are there..
Sucking the freedom out of..
my heart …
of blind-love buterflies.
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