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What is it that captivates you so?
Are you lost in the game?
Is it the flicker of a flame
You wish to tame?
Are you pushing out your closing walls?
Hoping someone tracked echoes the calls?
Can't you breathe? Is it getting too tight?
Does it asphyxiate your gloating might?
Caught in a frame of pride unkempt
The only Window to your malicious contempt?
Are you looking for hope or a witch to burn?
Or is it for some spirited camaraderie you yearn?
Do they comfort or contempt in
the swallows of the dark?
Do They unfurl your fronds of thought
And cause a spark?
My shadows are of my own making
There's nothing here I don't own
Repeat this slowly a thousand times
Without stutter and may be
it'll sink in that it all
Doesn't matter.
They are not a barb in your wire
or thorn in your pride
They are the violets
Of choices with no thorns on
Any side.
They are mine.
Followed from time to time.