Distraction
I am about distraction
And it is about me
Constant, ever changing
Fickle as the breeze.
I breathe the sights before me
Inhale, consume, eject
A process of self-destruction
Building mirrors to reflect
The burgeoning reality laid bare
Run ragged, raw and ruined
Outlets clogged, congestion
No one in, no one out, indeed
This is a confinement solitary
A jacket straight and true
The liminal thread securely
Holds in the material blue.
And what honesty can save
What honestly is out there
A pipe dream and salvation
Too spoilt now to care
For this is evidence revealing
A chest, contents enhanced,
A fakeness and a longing
Distracted now I dance
(strong stance).
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