Poetry? Click to be confused!

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I am

the confusion of twisted stairs

Colliding

And Preventing the

Ascend

 

I am

The footprints

Cemented into the

Escelator

For the way down was never told to be as hard

As the Start

 

I am

The entry-way

To Disorientation

Where the lock is key’d on the other side

 

I am

Perplexing to the

Puzzlement

of the Jigsway backwards

Padlocked in a cellar of bricks

 

I am 

Something of 

Becoming

 

I am 

Sprouting

Like a Netty Pot

Dripping inside a porcupine Chia Pet

For if you get too close

I might 

Pinch

Compress

Or just keep dripping

 

I am 

Sleeping in 

an Unconscious Bed 

Made the cracking

Goat’s Horns

Because I’ve already climbed that mountain

And I am tired

 

I don’t really know who I am 

But you probably don’t either

 

@ Camile McGregor

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