Finches and FeelingsA Poem by Vain ApocalypseThey're like yellow finches, frightened aflutter,
Freed from cages
I'd not sight of to touch. Circling 'round my
head, through cognitive clutter, chirping mad,
immune to steering or clutch. Watching thoughts,
like birds that come unbidden, Never hints at
handling a puppet’s pose. Rather, their own
private motives are hidden, the strings come
from places nobody knows. Missing voice or
sway among those creators, I inferred to be
should be to effect. Turned against the
other, eyes, like traitors, Watched the
watching spies, and saw no subject. Pursued, the ego
caves in constant retreat from egg to aether,
echoing: tweet-tweet. © 2022 Vain Apocalypse |
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Added on August 30, 2018 Last Updated on March 14, 2022 Author
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