Have you read the symbols today all wrapped in sarcastic wit. Droning on in monotone leaving little else discarded. Dreaming through the plastic films of someone else’s unspent life. Peeling back the layers letting the slide drop down. Waking in the grasp of the inward drawn. Try the one on the left, just a nibble now. The bitter smell of what I wish I wasn’t. The wind blows fear in the back of my brain, flames rush, thoughts unfurl, dictation given in the mother tongue. Family value judging out to chaos edge the fringe of thoughts unfettered. Edging along to see the slice in wanting never gotten. Reflecting back the inward in the out.