Houses Made Invisible

into soft anxiety, so much panic
wellness trekking mountains. the landscape is
for healing, feathers are devastation
tickled to be there. trying to go
to a place under our world, voices
might arise. thinning blood, taking stimulants
plain too much coffee. to have slighted
I feel you in absence, I claim my mistakes;
so complicated, a dam, most are on
your side. I was
skeptical on your fast. I live in a
glasshouse, irony is plain contradiction.
a haughty mentality, a woman
he couldn’t conquer, a tale it hurts you.
leave me to myself. I will soar
eventually. concerned about adverbs.
the pantomime is wounded,
phantoms are desirous, for most need a
body – carnivalesque,
angst, so many harlequins, a laughing
soul is a dying soul. I feel alienated,
– from essence or life – I can’t get passed your
nature. it hurts to hear, it damages
to see, for so many adore you. so,
we write it off, it compels, for we know
many are without senses. to want pain
is beautiful. to sing the last intrigue.
so many compartments, we can’t share.