Something changed,
strange
cornucopia of circumstances
colloquial reign,
but a pain,
arranged
not the same as an end
but a game
like staying
way past an ordeal
has changed
a significant difference,
a frame
one suitable to miserable
maybe 9 by 6
or maybe a custom fit,
chains
range
there’s that pain again
chronic,
remains
what of the dead shall sustain
the crane
maybe the vein
maybe the name
unwritten on the hearts
of those who’d seen the dark,
complain
but I’ve no reason to
abstain
I’m lost
a voyage with no ship,
a cost
plain
an ordinary dream
for a same
organized chaos
blame
unsettled music
fame?
Hello. Is anyone else. Sane?
audacity to question
lessons in self:
Be your…
Do for…
Trust your…,
first
unpopular opinion
until admitted
and then it’s all repeated,
again
or goes on,
estranged.

-see

©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet