Enfolding back in on my centre
decreasing void can't avoid epicentre
A Venus fly trap of detention, my
own self-absorbed indirection.
No more room to step aside stoop
to hide, hungry eye died without
detection, held within a cocoon of solemn
sobriety, my solo society grasping
demented perceptions.
Imprisoned by condition this onward rendition
reshaping a former foetal state, lone without a
reaction my eventual demise and subtraction.
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Author:
ZIGGY (
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