#recluse

I'm courting my own delerium,

A pocket dimension I endow,

Disillusioned claustrophobia,

Drawn in sweat across my brow.

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When I shut the world out,

I inculcate growing madness,

Overtopping highrises of mind,

Possessing my fragmentary stasis.

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Leapt from rooftops, falling slowly,

Rushing air blushed, inglorious,

Losing grip on final lifelines,

I breathe a waking, deep, unconscious.

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I've laid my head down, sullenly,

With fainting figments of a mindscape,

Where once I dreamed a manifest life,

And I miss you like a little kid.

Who you are in the quiet,

Glows ultraviolet,

Silent, growing your moment,

Honing the edge of your mind.

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Wordless held processions,

March towards progression,

Transgressions stamped on your guilt,

Heavier than the sins of your past.

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There's a world for every elusive end,

Maws held wide-opened.

A token grace to see their other side,

Unwelcoming words scream to save you.

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On the cusp of discovery,

Devastation peals revelry,

Devilry's sabbath disturbs the monarchy,

Shipwright solemnity, silence.

Anchor board reliquaries,

Deep mounted with harsh words,

So rooted to your inquiries.

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Have I to hold? Hold you, have I?

Guardianship takes hold of me,

From the crow's nest cawing, calling,

Breezy limits sway the sunless sea.

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Camphor notes. Creaking hollows,

You rest in the bilge, my prisoner,

Irons around your ring finger,

As the first mate's mutineer.

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I'm aged as the tanner's linens,

You begged of me, I tendered.

Sail with me beyond the map's edge.