HOW CAN I PRETEND: PART 2

HOW CAN I PRETEND ? PART 2 Pretence is for those who round a corner with I did read that book, she smiles with her eyes, then escape to humour minds or waves agonising over shame or secrecy or stealth calculating cunning strategies for recognition such nouns or adjectives are human language defining egoic grids instead I marry transparency with an undisputed path of trauma truth leaving pretence to collect lipstick, mascara house-frames whilst I hop skip my naked soul Neither thunderstorms dragons, poverty, fungus will scare this soul basking in authenticity whose fireflies danced at a polished staircase foyer warning of faded fragments, smashed Cinderella shoes No pretending about tiptoeing across shattered glass witnessing that even a Coelacanth would not swim towards a cubic zirconia cloned as diamond landing on ocean floor in a Seapoint walk clothed in bitter tears I’m too smart for pretence ! How can I pretend having Rebirthed through a Heart leaving ego standing naked at Lions Gate or some other portal I do not yet perceive ready to take instruction as previously I did from my Maker with a Yes ! I will ! Anything You say as You bliss me out slash me with pointed Flames clearing this muck down my legs I acceded to navigate What do they know about tearing torture to wear my colours as owl crown No torture at all ! but a willingness to submit to conscious suffering like bee to pollen whispering Come here, my Love knowing how to bind honey anyway but loose My mottled magical mystical Mary make muffins in her median muscles whilst meditating dare not pretend that laundry becoming dung heaps, rust festering around auto-immune vibrations do not matter as threadbare tyres tell their lies looping lice Pretence lies coffined Cold ©GhairoDanielsPoetry& Song2024