Deliver Me

a cyclic dance of wonder
in its tilt-a-whirl design
has once again delivered me
to the gates within my mind.
reality like parchment wings
of moths drawn near to flame
are brushing past my weary eyes
and shedding light on pain.
your sometimes mute acceptance
of the things I say to you
enrages me to silence
and I don't know what to do.
if I could peep in windows
and just find your master switch,
perhaps then we could finally stop
the moths' insistent twitch.

(c) CrimsonSoulFire, 8/2002

Deliver