So I turned myself to face me but I've never caught a glimpse of how the others must see~David Bowie

At 3:00 a.m. the quagmire awakens
I am mistaken sleep is forsaken
the anesthesia I partake in--games
and fantasies--identified, declaimed

self-sabotage traps of lifetime training
focus and energy daytime draining
no more. Each variation exposed, claimed
undergoes ablation underscores shame

caricature sketches--'cause it's hell to
flesh out and dwell on stories known so well--do
the trick, save me from soggy ground. A quick
inspection--no need to lay it on thick

homeostasis works against new ways
the ego fights and pleads, conspires to stay
in dissonance, discomfort--what is known
from childhood training, like a chaperone

I no longer need, aimed for a higher
trajectory. This one's on me. I'm fire.

Inspired by: Variation, Sketches, Save and Quagmire.

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