I have etched
My footprint
Down the roads
You never took
And felt in ways
You have never felt.
I have stood above
Mist coated valleys
Stretched out my arms
Flew briefly –too close.
I have lain beneath
A macabre mist
So dense, breathing
Was belabored:
Asphyxiation—
A dream in the dark.
Shortly thereafter
I managed to live
Under the surface
Of a tea-cup tempest
In a submarine
Soldered with nothing
Other than a child’s
Imagination
Rent on escaping
In anyway possible.
I have swept aside
My darkest parts
Into dark corners
In my dark psyche
So I could brighten
A room or, perhaps, two
But darkened them
In the long term.
But at other times
I have had copycat
Experiences
Just like all of you.
All of our feelings,
Reactions, even
Thoughts—
Were all identical.
This is so we all may
Hold each other raised,
Like wine glasses in air
Above gaping mouths
Waiting to drink us dry—
Maliciously sipping
At our very being
Until we are empty
Again.
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