Curtsy

curtsy to the past tip my hat past my eyes as time flies, as virtue waves goodbye- averted glance to such a grandiose sigh from father sky who can't help but feel let down- his crown lies broken pieces confused easy with fragile halo 'hell no! this is not the war we're fighting for! this is something else-' (worse) sick sneeze virus dispersed, touching all within calling out loud 'come in- come in!' spoken second language foreign concept unable to actualize the prize lies inside-- it's okay to say, to pretend, tickle & play but touch is a NO NO goes too far, tempts at the tip of the tongue, unsatisfied until the body is done- wrung tight & taut shivering hard in the hot air; not really there. it is a plot to care, to dare to direct eye contact soul searching inflicting fiery flecks of fire desperate to depict desire (failing miserably)---- can't help my naivette my ignorance that makes me sway brings such delayed reaction- my defense is distraction- friendship is a transaction built upon vessels pumping toward & against each need & hunger whether mutual or not. wisdom is the victim sleeps alone on a cot diseased & dripping with snot--- overlooked far too long, she once was strong, now she's barely holding on, singing songs that have no lyrics--- 'it's the spirit,' they say, 'that's the one piece that can't waste away'