False Alarm

You Fall ... the ground of your reality dissolves in this stream of distraction, this inconvenient passion the mawkish pop music you mock is now singing your story, as your thoughts, your breath, your blood all consumed by his eyes, his voice, his words all the moments of his notice of you painting your gray paper with extrinsic purple and lavish green, filling your thirsty cup with intoxicating attention, until time is measured only by your meetings You Stall... hitting the invisible, inimical wall penalized and ostracized for presuming the right to ask why for waking from complicit worship for retaking your will and your mind for staining his golden idol with faith of the atheist You Call... for all his proud proclamations he is a needy, greedy child your adoration is his sun your life force he feasts on disenchantment is your release from the prison of submission his hollow heart, his churlish charm all merely a false alarm- 9/10/18