The
senses dull forced for searching this thrill
this life of intrapsychic yearning
this inveigling of self
to fly this abreaction, semi-damaged
chasing for blithe, while buried in
personas.
He
dies a modicum of freedom
seeking for buttress the nectar of a
tangerine
wine, falling backwards into the
arms
of solipsism;
to claim for pivot a grudge to flee
through links, through chains
this ironclad self-abasement.
She
searches for androgen traits
where he nurtures distance;
to walk from self, a stranger to a
mirror
floating through limbo, sliced at
the core
of self;
in which are upheavals,
to wrestle
monsters, stationed in a
mirror’s
reflection.
