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Creationist
From the circles
and spiderwebs of palindromes
Icarus could burn for all I care.
As long as that broken wing
that stole my gaze doesn’t mind taking the first step
and climbing all those twisted stairs,
For her I’ll put pressure on the sphere,
All around astounded, reflect my misery,
Until it’s hand over hand like M.C Escher
Metamorphosis a monarch into a religion
but-her-lies keeps me grounded.
and spiderwebs of palindromes
Icarus could burn for all I care.
As long as that broken wing
that stole my gaze doesn’t mind taking the first step
and climbing all those twisted stairs,
For her I’ll put pressure on the sphere,
All around astounded, reflect my misery,
Until it’s hand over hand like M.C Escher
Metamorphosis a monarch into a religion
but-her-lies keeps me grounded.
Published 19th Oct 2018
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19th Oct 2018 6:40pm
A lot of nice metaphors and associations here conjuring up contrasting images of 'flying' and 'groundedness" - which I'm guessing was part of the plan.
