Perdu Incognito Poem by eve Taylor

I often steal away,

not from just others,

but from realities' sways,

both being,

a guilty yet indulgent play,

seeing scene's,

as if faded strays,

not for sharing,

or even caring,

at the end of the day,

almost tipping balances,

for I scale away,

but sometimes,

from those awkward heights,

I have seen what it means,

to be free of the scene,

I hang in balances,

as if behind valances,

where crime scenes seem.