Sep 25, 2015
Ruhe Sanft
Chemical unbalance or misconstrued affections?
Tame this neurotic inconsistency for I am no longer resting gently,
Pacing confined corridors in search of my entangled breast,
Unveiling parallels extending east.
What unseen rhetoric persuades this hopeless endeavour?
No whispers in the westerly,
No gestures, no glamour,
Only subjective entanglement holds this together.
Am I adverse to the effects of reality?