Extrication
An attic full holding me earthbound
thunderous applause without virtue of sound
looming overhead no room left for expansion
Wall to wall misery held without ransom
Offering no absolution a glut of misspent thought
Imaginary treasure that offered truely naught
Unsentimental clearing of all that doesn't define
Filling up anothers with that which never filled mine
Walking teeth gritted the packed aisles of a store
Illusory pleasure long since a bore
There is nothing I need no thing that I want
to pile overhead in my sleepless bed taunt
Instead I will deal with what needs being dealt
feeling in full what needs feeling felt
Squarely defining from here ever after
As I strip it away rafter to rafter
Freeing my house ,my psyche,my heart
Knowing what I will or will not part
It's a process each day I seek to unearth
What lies buried beneath commerce and mirth
No laughing matter
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