A fanciful iteration
Complexing fixation
A trellis of chaotic blooms
Looming above this desolate terrace
Of nefelibata
This abditory of my mind sweet habromania seeps
Between cracks
Soil- Turmoil
Steeping in the leaves of cherry blossoms
Anything to please my mind's careless wanderings
Perceptual
It
All
Was
Buds baked in the sun, dried up of its intoxication
Sweet nectar of contemplation
The evidence laid bare
There-
Dry silk turned rigid
Brittle
Non-existent
Speculating dust and the tickle of its interpretation ensnared my brain cells
A small price for self-control
At least, this was what I told myself
Lace-like fingers pressed soft against a warm bed of sifting soil
Too close to the sun
Much like Icarus
Melding concentration with lyrical fascination
My thoughts danced without hesitation
The sinewy vines in my brain grasped every-
Recollection
Connection
Sweet symbolic symmetry
Struggles with self-loathing
Self-imploding
Like a Corpse Lily withholding
I'm my own parasite
Microscopic
Stop it.
But how beautifully it blooms
I forget all too soon
To reel in
To cut
To prune
This unkempt garden of my mind
How beautifully it deceived me
Full bloom
I have my own admiration
These intimate seeds of my incarceration
Disguised in clever metanoia, I sink in
The bed of grass so soft
Warm
Yet unforgiving
I forget for a moment that I was fighting
So fucking inviting
I'm vying for control, to feel whole
Oriental lillies sweet intoxication become my mania
My pre-occupation
I feel like a space station because my thoughts are out of this world
And with time...
You don't notice you've lost your mind
The world is unkind
Cold
These flowers, however perceptual
They are mine
And I give in all the time
-depersonalization
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