At times I'm just drunk

On myself

And i see you clamouring

Within yourself'

Struggling to accept

My mischievous celeste.


Do I prick your vein?

Do I destroy your game?

You look at me

With a bothered look

And I wonder

Why I gain your brook.


For you see me there

Standing still

When you talk

You accept a sign

I would give

That I am truly there.


I listen it all

Every word you say

Crawls down my walls.

I resist you not

Nor I resist your words

What I resist is beyond

Your ephemeral world.


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