between lines

plausible patience petered out awareness inverted beyond the setting sun alongside mirror images of it's rise taking talking into trance like states situated wildly off centre for viability beneath a reflection is nothing but longing an untouched ache of a dimension that is prismatic and primordial inescapably unreal a level that echoes with heroic endeavour substance scented as the familiar to hold you in chains for the fretful feature strongly as the soil beneath your feet tension builds until taut or snaps don't tell me there's a spider under the table carry on regardless just like so many other creatures trembling hands serve no purpose tentative minds linger too long chaos creeps into the crevices and spaces speaking of the art of safe seclusion unknowing whispers whirlpool lives away I too am guilty of gazing into the middle distance placated by promises that I don't own paid for with chances I didn't take