Eyes Wide Cupped

Everything clings to me,

reminiscent of a time long passed,

intimations holding me —

I am always dreaming

and happy ending myths hurt

because we keep trying to

cut up and straighten out

a circle.

To endeavor beyond our capabilities

is ambitious, but we perform magic

everday. Maybe I am not

perceived as the sorceress I feel

holding back in the shadows, but

that’s because Time, constructs and

mind over matter mantras hold it there.

I just want to look into my eyes

and see reflections on refractions

until the mirror fills up and tips,

spilling over, like always, of course.

This is a very rough draft. I am curious for critiques. No longer being part of a workshop is starting to get to me… A.C.M.