A Jester's Flair
I am a hurricane,
a vortex of complexity
An external halcyon state,
inside, I'm not thinking straight.
Dragging each day by the hair
The same sorry bassline
plays a warning scale.
Eyes focused on the horizon,
when you don't look back
you fail to see
what's creeping up behind you.
There is a weakness.
A self-induced vulnerability,
I granted you immunity
Now I'm crashing,
kicking out at lifeless brakes
You distract me with a jester's flair
In the modicum before impact...
"Don't touch me"
said warily, heavily,
the words already well used.
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