MOMENTS AFTER THE GUESTS LEFT

What would happen if I would fit in the world around me?

Would I feel naked and bare with ironed out discrepancies?

Would words come in unmangled?

While my soul is being untangled

 

Would I bring the house down?

Me behind a curtain with an unsubdued frown

 

Would I take part in the orgy of existence?

Swim against the stream?

Sweet yearning

Sweet hopes

Sweet dreams