After it has left you you're wondering what happened.
You tried to make sense of it all.
You wrote down some thoughts.
And you brought out the big guns.
Mindfucking is essential at any given time.
Pardon my french.
The poetry of a modern day Cinderella.
From the ashes to what?
There are no red carpets for me.
I'm a writer finding the time.
I might not mind.
You know I never mind.
Keep the sequences in order.
And perhaps you'll be of the same mind.
Or pare down the innocuous parts.
Stay the same and tame the art.