~click~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Look and know,
there will be no revision,
No incision to fake or make.
I cut free long before
the grasp of anything,
held too tight.

Surprise whispers success,
as redemption often
sounds late...
Stay blind and deaf
from the coming and going
of onlookers obsessing or just
passing time.

Go stroll through worm holes,
gather who and what
you think is there.
Get lost in the vastness of vanity
where poster-pasted halls
glitter false pretenses.
Find your soul amidst do-gooders,
or bury it with one click
of a mouse.