My artful deception
Not nearly done
The sweet divine is calling

The normal precession
Left to right & big to small
I fall backwards

Shadows cut lines
In perfect enchantments
A poet's lullaby

Meaning in nothing
Everything is one thing
Look into my reflection with me

Gravity is sickened
Falling sideways
Swaying to the beat

Consciousness clouded
Each footfall is massive
Echoes into all matter

Floor as my witness
Collapsing in slowly
Push back on me

Pause for a slowing
Deliberate growing
Our solidarity as fuel

But what is living without barriers
Or a body without hard lines -
My angles are fine

Each purple and green finger nail
Bruise or coloring book
Endangered organs

Wrap me up in cold
Or create me a mold
Something to fall into

My creation is lazy
In colors I am blind