So you strain at the leash

of your id or your ego or WhateverTF

makes you so self-absorbed

you can’t honour beauty


Hurt by love

unmoved by pain

engrossed in the reflection

of your heart’s mirrored locket


‘But aren’t I the pivot?’


Yes you are

as is he as is she

around each wrapped their sky

their sky wrapped around them


Perfectly Separate Circles


So you are lonely and unimportant and can’t reach

your oyster flesh

flinched by the zesty fortune

of others


Bounced back

from the surface


by their absence of need


Or you train your gaze

passed the locket’s walls

your own lemony soul

freed to inspire


Not spinning wildly

clawing at the venns

but shiny in your centre

radiating out



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