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Daft Illusion
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Twisted Branches Tippy toe,
Iron boots
You and Miss
Dipped-in-Steel
Live your lives like iron humans
Spell's been cast
You've smashed
Through porcelain mask,
Still a dance
ensues
The plague inside
Of your suits,
Consumed
By Narcissis plight
Insecure,
You dress down, both
In a daft illusion
Airbrush suits back on,
Iron delusion
Emperor's got no clothes
Yea, but who can see that,
You quietly whisper
Hopeless affliction
Your own and you're our
Hopeless affliction
Daft illusion
So tippy toe,
Iron boots
You and Miss
Dipped-in-Steel
Don't wake us
This paints a different
This paints a different picture from what my mind and reading conjure but perhaps are more linked than what first appears on the surface. I saw Iron Man and his cohort and the whole range pov of society and the cosmos. Of course there's that and the dollar generating factor of the MCU. And this is a reading of only one viewpoint of your ironclad poem.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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Thank you, sir. And, well
Thank you, sir. And, well done, tapping into my mindset. There are definitely elements of all that you imagined influencing the poem, playing somewhat as metaphor for figures in the real world, while also attempting to express the way that - as ever - "(super)heroes" are often mirrors of a culture.