Tangled

Posted: March 21, 2019 in Uncategorized

Entangled in invisible threads of my matrix
jittery puppet dangling from electric wire
doing a digital dance flopping and flailing.
Lines are cut I collapse in a heap of tears

and I am grateful.
I remember everything fondly finally
and miss none of it.
Toss in a few regrets mix well

bitter brew is best drinking to seek clarity.
Drunk on truth you find self-acceptance.
Man in the mirror neither friend nor foe
looking a little bit sad but thankful too.

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  1. When you least expect it.

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