I am cleverly forgetful,
Carefully sweeping the words you’ve spoken, like dust, into the crevices in which not even spiders dare tangle their webs
My own web is spun tightly enough for them all
Come, My Friends!
Sit back with me and admire each braid
How I have ever so carefully knotted them together with hopes long abandoned

Like the chimney sweep I am lowered into the realm of conscious widely accepted reality
“The Real World”
Pull the levers and haul back the ropes
This darkened confine is oh too familiar
I reject it on sight
Scrape and crawl I reach the light of day
Not a surface but a depth in which I refuse be pinned
Pull up my stakes
Cut every cord
My fist will shatter the sky like glass
It’s been far too long since I’ve tasted oxygen