Fantasy, love, schiz

If you could make

A life

All messed up

And recombine

With her silent eyes

Speaking about femininity –

A softness passed through webs of time

It made its way

To the heart of the

Green Ocean

Tide which knits all,

Stars, moon, earth,

Together

I fell in love!

My fantasy moon

Fantasy tide

Day and night

Like loyal cal to abide

Buzzing mosquito

What point your existence?

Shipwrecked schizophrenia!

An echo mirror

Reflection

Reflected over and over

A madness as to what

The real image is

And a woman

Who manufactures masks,

Never twice the same

The more she is absent

The more intriguing

Each sight of a mask

A revelation

Only to be veiled again

The crowd no longer exist

They fell away gnattering their dull opinion, down, all the way down,

There is only one beat

One revelation

Revealed at the end

An illusion become a human being

Aye, that’s me shapeshifting

And now I’m a shipwrecked mirror,

Reflecting masks

Aye, ill fly to the moon, upside down

Elements join, combine

How do you come back down after that chemical,

A beauty unfathomable?

Cal Kalve