Hidden1981This cage is to my liking.            Words upon words flying by, soft pillows easing my malleable brain.
The terms weigh lightly on my softened bones.            They spread the page and spell me.
But, here comes reality stomping down the hall,             hate where I thought love might be.
Dive back to the sweet text,             hide me in your silken lines,                         glance at reality with glutted eyes.

Words made flesh, keep the old man at bay.