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
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.