The Tempest, Painting by Michael Cheval
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You pull me from the depths of forevers of thought
elegantly twirled, though evidently caught
shaped by the vortex, virtuoso of pain
fluctuating truths from half flailing to half slain
the mirror of water I'd rather not see
if I peer in I see reflections of me
contorting with torment unnecessarily
ashamed that no peace ever sets me free
You hold my gaze, distract me from chaos
thoughts enter like an out of control seance
posture determined, focus enduring
soothed by the constant, sustained reassuring
the mirror exists even if out of view
if I peer away could harmony accrue
contorting decreases with distraction of you
ashamed that I'm made up of all that's taboo
Composure of surface, compelling retreat
insight I can change, the demons defeat
held in your arms, a captor intense
stronger even though you breached my defence
the mirror must smash, pieces be washed away
if I peer beyond self I can change, this I pray
contorting replaced with stillness display
ashamed it may only be maintained for one day
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