~DETOUR~

Though I may detour
into the shadowed perimeter.
This painful numbing-
It will not make me
Drown…

And,
Though this saccharine moon
in beams of sweet caress.
The light that does disrobe my soul-
My world,
It won’t be
Crashing down…

For none of this is real,
In pools of sweet reflect-
None of this exists,
It’s just words inside my head.

How tainted-
Are my illusions?
To imagine all of you-
With your desecrated worlds,
And problems you’ve unfurled,
And the amalgamation,

--that cause my disconsolation.

Cannot,
-I osculate the wind?
--if with the fire,
---it comes from within.

How can I find?
The time,
To pour this salty water from my spine?

And how tenebrous
Is my darkening light,
If invention is my desolate plight

How chilled, and distant
Is my scorn;
If nothing-
-Would exist-
And
Never-
-Was I born-

Heather Lynn Reilly
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