Don't tell me
About the past and family ties,
Particularly at a black tie event,
Before your safety is monopolized,
Try to understand
How many times have I tried
To lend you a hand?
You and your shadow
Are so hard to sever,
Your mind is so clear
When you cross the whole hemisphere,
You might seem to be smarter than some
Extraordinarily eccentric hatters,
What if they already know
I've been trying to picture you as a saint?
A world of illusion is hardly ever quaint.
I don't let myself quarter
In your quartz heart,
Let the buildings -
Not us -
Get covered with paint.
Our success is the ability
To feign confessions,
With access to new dimensions,
Next time I meet you (if I do) I will smile,
Almost desenticized.
I only see mirrors, windchimes
And perfect letters.
Don t tell me
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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