When you said forever, it locked me in a cage.
Your words put down spells- smells of sage
To smoke out the spirit in ME:
A hollow cavity...
chest-thumping, pumping oxygen-
ribs rattling with cough.
yet the spirit up and flew away
When you said yesterday.
As I woke up in bed
'It's safer If I leave instead'.
And maybe I will whither.
hitherto I'm fine, I exist:
naught beyond these walls of anxiety to hope for or land to roam;
my ways of naive trusting? Gone for
the GOOD.
And of names?
I let them go.
I am space.
Everlasting and floating, touching everything and nothing.
no, connect to 'normal' reality.
And THAT is what you stole...
theft of the city inside my chest,
gold and bronze intentions attracted influxes of immorals...
though you'd barely know
anything.
Or, no...
you'd known everything.