.
Out of control thinking
leads to unanswered
out of time prayers
of futility. Fleeing all
who bind me, my label
of poisoned difference
is no curative.
.
I want to be the ultimate
gamester, the terrible
winner. The shaker-mover,
except for massed chaos
chaining me to a rock
like some liverless modern
day Prometheus, wishing
he had never stolen fire
or shared the magic
of steel.
.
Lady A
.