Confusion, Fantastical
My fantasy runs wild,
I thought that the beginnings of love had been tiled.
Finally awoken to my senses,
I can now see through the committed offences.
I touch her there,
I feel her here,
I see you distant,
I call you near.
Yet it is neither you nor shadow,
I�m searching in my head for the seeds which I sow,
Turning round and round your image remains,
But in my head alone is it contained.
My head feels dizzy,
You zoom out of focus,
My stomach�s all fizzy,
I only see locusts.
I�m lost, I�m lost,
Tell me, what�s the cost?
Wanting your needing me,
Watching you silently.
It�s gone, it�s gone,
My heart�s forever torn.
Fantastical, Fantastical,
It�s you, dear Fantastical.
� Joseph Tradescent
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