Posing As Contradictions

just when she proudly posed as a puffing magic dragonette the bubble burst and a shiny sword punctured vulnerable skin pierced the façade and made her reveal true person and posture I can’t hold this together without compromise a circle to be squared with fumes of empty promise and hope the hypothenuse of her losses overreaching angles and peace soft blows and hard landings suspended in juxtaposed forces why does my pantomime shout out its charades a helium balloon flying sky high at boiling point of no return she was stuck in an underworld of synchronicity and paradox in which she was a comedian in a tragic sequence of events my trajectory knows no beginning and no end a trapeze stuck into mud with no strings attached she levitated upside down to drink from the source and depth of her reckoning only to find out that her centre was on the vast margin of errors I am placed concentrically with overlap at the same time she ate her cake in order to have it like a pie chart of yeast prayed to the gods of eccentricity and denounced every faith if only she was like a cat simultaneously grinning in place over time Eureka I’m floating on drowning waters of doubt collocated truncated the proximity of contrast and sameness faded into a tautology of overblown meaning and obsequious liberation eventually her shooting star rose to the canopy of loose foundations a parallel universe will allow me to be skewed when she puffed once more she became a dolphin riding the desert a sand fly drying her wings in undercurrents and crested sea shores and her inner glow worm defeated serpentine diameters of pain at the destination of my starting I am no longer a contradiction 18th November 2020