Ego Death

Love mutated to addiction

Is she her long lost cousin

or from another tree entirely?

 

can she

can she do—

can she be what that future me can be? 

the woman of my dreams 

the woman of my sleep 

Shall she be deceived

by the woman that is me?

 

We see her silhouette in the silver etchings

at that place where the sea meets sky

where mind meets eye

 

She is bound by the snares of indecision

She barters for gold with

shavings of her soul—

all she has left to show 

all that’s left to be sold, 

cursed blessings exchanged to currency 

 

Trapped in the trappings of the in-between

 

entrapped by the snares

the pulsing of the waves 

bloodied by the heartbeat of this world.