Wet Qiviut

Controlling hand bearing down

Covered in red and wool

Gasping for breath

Returning a stare

They say I’m so cruel

Covered in red and wool


A distilled nature’s breeding ground

Grasping for existence

through a revolving door

You say I’m thriving

I say you’re lying

Covered in red and wool


Vapour escaping shroud

and condensing fragile shards

Seeking admiration

and returning bare

Covered in a wire mesh

Protecting my soul


Enter void...

begging for synthesis

and ensconced in wool

A frictionless palette

of endearing Truth.

I ask for understanding

and all I get is control.


Written on 1/31/14.

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