exit.
I see you,
shapeless and without form,
a mirror I am.
To the image of you I was born.
I’m age.
Rolling a four and a six.
Dots like hubris
stain your teeth as you speak.
I build my barrier,
to keep my holy peak.
Imagine, djinn transformer,
dormant mirage in the eye of a storm,
god-like reverent mage,
sheltered high up on sainted platforms,
my saged angel, saving claims,
to unfulfilled caging rage,
the world is but a stage and,

action.
symphonic spirited whispers,
come at me unhinged,
wings singe edging sanity,
bedazzled in unbending taqleef,
faith giving way to dissipating belief,
a brief moment sees my reflection,
in the greenest coral reef,
kintsugi kisses away my broken shell
but doesn’t relieve the grief,
photo sin the sis, gives me clarity,
the door ta for unburdened release
the cost of tethered gratuity
is to knock me down with feathers and defeat,
tea leaf my lemon honey ginger metamorphosis,
and fly my open eyes into the dignified abyss,
a thesis for retreat.

ink is free, so…