I crafted a chaotic concordance
of line
only certain eyes could
lose focus
long enough to see
the brutish symphony
even I could not
maintain the
picture of composure
and swollen pride
invoked
in accomplishment
the face
composed of
mimetic representations
would not stand fixed:
it was
a mosaic synchronic
moving in the light of
your eyes
the rest of my dream
was an adulterous
manifestation of
my anxious insecurities