I am unspooling
into taupe liquifying in
an aqueous netherworld
of subtlety gentle understanding
and ancient knowing dwell here
among the crystal glimmers
of possibility
don’t birth me into your world
of fire don’t drag me kicking
and screaming
against against against your
hot cold
white black
right wrong
sears my eyes their unquestioning
allegiance wakes me late at night
in a sweat of skepticism
no allow me to remain
wallowing in what I do
not know wrapped in gray layers
of of hidden meaning
a gleaming necklace of human
teeth my talisman against
the dreams of others
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
The Talisman, 1888, Paul Sérusier
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