And out of need,
I spin a dream
And make a world
accesible
To everyone but me.
It’s pathetic
This fallacy
Of intimacy—
This fictional
Territory
Of intricacies
With no relation
To reality;
Up out of the mud
Of mortality
Comes a fable
Endowed with life
Set spinning
In space,
A chimera
Of vagary
And delusion
Whose existence
Prompts
A question:
Why do such phantasms
Haunt my dreams
With bewitchment
Of their own invention?