I twitch,
I sparkle and smile
and, before I know it,
I'm encrusted in diamonds,
I am covered in jewels and
bathed in the finest of gold.
I am so beautiful.
I am so precious.
I am melancholy trenches
for I am meadows of idyll;
I'm baroque, furthermore I'm
anachronistic in a neo-post-modernistic
sense.
Babylon burn inside me;
That's how I hear it.
I longed to be free.
Illusion. Too an illusion;
I feared conscription
Way in childhood, when
Lilliputians strung giants
and mother brought gifts
on her way back from work.
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