Delicate

Mentally Fathomable

yet

unhinged untill dusk do us part

 

twist these metallic laced bars

twist this cage till matter itself

can

not

escape

 

why do we ask when situations are already questions within themselves?

 

this seems delectably apparent

yet so tangibly transparent

 

these thin layers of skin, eyed out of our corner pockets

contrary to the masses equations we seem deceived

 

we seem

shall i say

delicate?