I have started several times
and deleted, deleted
deleted
because I cannot do what you do;
I cannot escape my two cages -
my mundanity and
my Underworld -
to find wild&marvellous inspiration
in anyeverything.
Or,
at least,
i cannot express it properly.
No,
my cages are locked tight -
I am me
or I am a million.
Actually,
more precisely,
I am 153;
none of whom are me,
and at this moment
it seems
they are all asleep.
I do not tell
a good story
like you do -
again and again -
and
again,
nobody will know
what the hell
I
actually
mean.
What's the damn point
of imaginary worlds
if they won't do
as they're told?
Leviathan, speak to me.
If you keep this up,
I'll have to admit
that I don't make
much of a goddess;
and that would make
154 of me
quite
meaningless.
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