I took a tiny bit of space, and hid your gesture there.
Then said it was hidden, and I came prepared.
I was swept over, and landed, unknowingly.
Objects grew out of proportion, out of sight and sound.
Fun meant peace, until it lasted.
Absorbed in delicate levity.
They came back to rejoice, Reality persisted.
I shrugged, growing out of conformity.
I looked through the gaps, and saw uniform deprivation.
As she headed like a dot, before the horizon.
And she was back, before she left.
With bait in my hand, I held myself tight.
Watching its existence negate and reform.
It was time for me to revolt, I stood up in defiance.
Prepared to quell the clamor, rather run unconsumed.
Nothing took action, the vigor subsided.
I shuffled back and forth, so did the gamble around me.
The bustle grew within, I kneeled in preparation.
To see it all, reflecting.
*This poem is a part of the compilation ‘Filth’*