a high mood                                          
could skip along like a child
a practical joke      i give a sharp pull
         on the strings of Everything
jape's on me                                          
         as i am tugged from off of my feet
           and tumbled on the ground
         laughing any-which-way

the day sky   fills with lenses          
                    enough to displace the stars
but there too much for them to see
efforts made mockable
the pattern baffling the pattern
with misunderstood importance

release      and i enjoy the sun
                 for being the sun

In the stir
of the moment
we diluted

When things
settled
we separated

My mind is a fog
My heart’s in a cage
I clawed at these chains
It sharpened my fingers
It turned them to blades
But as I clawed and clawed
I finally did it
I
Broke
Through
The
Chains

I broke through the chains
But at what price?
My fingers are blades
I hurt what I touch
My touch is so sharp
It can cut through rock, flesh and blood

These fingers I needed—
My previous defense—
My previous necessity—
What I needed to survive—
It no longer provides me.
It damages my life—
It scares the ones I love—
It prevents me from thriving—
It must go.

But fingers so sharp
Cannot dullen so quick
trying with all my might
Fed by my darkest fears
That I may someday become
Like the person I spite
I deny that fate
Till the day I die
I swear to myself
I will never be
The one who places the chains