image courtesy Mag Pie Tales
she's the one, who clears my thoughts...
of mundane vagaries, and lifts me aught
to the sighs of angels tripping words over
tumbling from shelves as at a grocer;
i purchase my soul, for a plastic worth
of chocolate hearts, and wager the dearth...
of love lost in a matrix of clever excuses;
stepping up to the dais, of world wide recluses
i shout from a podium mysterious
voices, shattering mirror mirror of fastidious...
mirror mirror of lookers Look!!!...Seers!!! see
the toy-maker's coils shaping the you and the me
© gillena cox