Me
watching the faceless me
that only her-story can see
maintaining muse of memory
''the breeze by your heels
on the abyss of nothingness
better match the grip of your toes''
she woes...
and I don't understand
I do not understand
Decidedly
- yet kind of aloof -
Miss Clio berates me
''your history is who you'd be
if it weren't for me
fucking with your sanity''
(ehm...say what?)
She fluffs 'n falters
precluding subterranean purrs
no one extending their paws so she might as well fold hers
see, you can deny me at will
I'll be scaldingly scratching ma quill
and you'll find me
I.A.m
sphinxing real still
*
The Art of Painting, also known as The Allegory of Painting
Johannes Vermeer
Reactie plaatsen
Reacties