'Version'
You instill fluorescent light within,
beaming upon mine vibrating skin,
look upon my eyes insistant of a returned grin;
Though a question lingers never far to say:
'Which version shall take the wheel today?'
mine heart constricted within tormenting cage,
sipping contaminated water to quench parched throat's demented rage;
yet -
should eyes catch light upon reached gaze,
singing illuminated tones towards arched high rays,
horned figure slips in to claim;
no hearts to hold blame,
for one hell forms unashamed,
as will another devil-may-care twist upon frame -
perhaps, I am better off in metaphorical chains
&
mentally contained.
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