Obsession

Long for tranquility, long for silence Nothing comes to mind, that’s a taradiddle Fireflies here and gone, here and gone The pieces are all here and an instruction manual Smudged and vibrant in prints of a maniac creature Bored and struggling, trying to find a name Existence and familiar glamour will not do Mercy, there is no pity; it must find a name Something close to foreign–unheard of in this bland ,exquisite land Every breath and every step–exaggeration doll Come back down for awhile The lonely, lost creature thought that was all it needed. The catch, there is always one in this land Spent its life and currencies for that name The catch, I don’t know Its frowning countenance could, perhaps tell An eternal, magnificent, and admirable– title, label, status, fame.