Muse At Play 1

I’m saying I feel strange and in disarray, disjointed and disappointed,

In me and my seeming to the point that my perception of of my imperfections is insisting

upon an insurrection upon the tyrant of this established existence so that my fleeting

moment might fade and falter and fastly degrade, disappear, as if I were but a dream, a

made up seeming, something that was never really there at all.