It's an egotistical thing obviously - the need to draw people into alignment with your own (dis)illusions of mastery. I admit, I'm a lover of wordplay and she is being used and abused by me, well and truly! Min can attest to the beginnings of my foray into fraternising with the flourishing font of imagery. Ah, those were the good years!
But alas, the font has succumbed to the drought too and it is now no more than a recalcitrant bubbler. No more do I put on my foppish hat and delve deep into my soul, pouring out twisted tributes to anything and nothing.
....now I am a surface dweller, a bubbler without the lever. But, in the begginning there was:
Penetrating
Deep down,
below the shell of skin,
further still,
past the barrier of bones
guarding organs
within.
(within) a twin lies,
sheltered, seldom ever shown
never exposed, leads a life of its own.
Deep down,
dark lined walls
of the tunnel,
of the well,
beneath the surface.
(surface) memories and events,
line the raw surrounds
Deep down,
Deep down
Deep down
gaining momentum,
spun wildly
out of control.
A downpour of emotions,
awash
floundering, reaching
towards the inner sanctum
of the twin.
In black troubled waters,
slowly drowning,
Deep Down.
;-)....woohoo for the Q's b'day
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