I used to make things happen
now I can’t control the insects in my head.
Wading neck high, am
I, through this river
while the heron spectates.
Up the road sleepwalking as the lights
go out behind my back
breaking the spell of morning
in the fire of the trees sunrise lit.
I find some glee and spread my old glamour
far and wide, leaving me with no disguise.
This Mesmer reaches out to you
tied up in a knot of dreams, touches
loose the glamour on you.
In a cafe somewhere I watch wistfully
the glee in you
drinking espresso’s endlessly.
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