...And in This Dream I Was Finally Happy

There is no honesty in control

You can find a pattern in anything If you don't catch enough of the detail

My constituents continue to tell me that

I may have once seen this moment play out before

What's the use of going on if I can't make sense of these movements?

Set aside the shock for now

An attempt with little success

I cannot waste a precious thought

Swirling twins

Tooth and nail cutting as a butchers knife

Who crept so leisurely

Into the soft pillows of my subconscious

Violent defences teeming

Most precariously near the surface

I am held down by obligation

Too soft myself

To avoid being crept into as leisurely

Stinging jaws clenched

The chance must not be taken

To have the favour flipped on them

It is not much longer now

Until this moment is reduced

To nothing more than a crumbling pile

Of the finest dust and ash