I play in universals
Antiquated yet cruel
I move in tumbling circles
Elliptical to sphere
Harshly bitten
The pill was sweet
It only turned sour
While I was asleep
I silence the internal critics-
Anxiously awaiting their turn
I mesmerize the traffic
With repertoire and wit
From some dead language
Whose people are no longer missed
Misery mingles
Haunting taut
The index has been triggered
My voice is all I hear
I work in universals
Simple to obscene
I stole the fire
But misplaced the match
I am not like you
An obvious assumption
When dealing with extremes
The weirder one seems
The more likely they are seen
As pushing too hard
Weaving words
In spaces reserved for pause
I am not like you
Nor is that my intention
If by chance we form a connection
Then surely that bond be true
If you find my demeanor frightening
Look away, for I will not wear a mask
