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Sunday 12 July 2015

Smoke and mirrors

Whirling and stooping
Swooping and scooping
And at a beck and call
Swooning and dipping
Slipping, tripping, flipping
Always at love's call

Smoke and mirrors now meet 
Me; as I crouch behind latticework
I build my fortress of filigree 
With my dance of light and facade 
And throw red herrings into the sea
Shout to the big bad wolf 'en garde'

Blind devotion, complete compliance
Acquiescence too soon, no indeed 
Absolute devotion in obsolescence
Eyes deny recognition, touch remains 
Unknown, the voice resonates
No more. I exist once more. 

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