SLIP AND SLIDE
This human mantle of flesh that rides
loosely upon my bones never has
settled for a securer home.
The soul hides within its folds content
to float in this realm of glass fort-
resses that can not last.
I resonate, vibrate when dreams close
in on reality and I must fail because
I can not tell, can't tell...what?
I must shed this malevolent beast that
devours the keys to my cell and sips
from the wells of useless tears.
Written prayers upon the walls and tables
laden with bowls of rue of which I
will always eat as if my due.
This skin has never fit and a tailor never
found to stitch a suit to my liking.
No mettle to burst a bias striking.
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