Thinking About Evanescence

Nested in the cat’s cradle Paraded in a child’s fable I have no voice, don’t let me die No longer shall I live a lie I have no soul nor thoughts to save Unbeknownst to me is this life beyond the grave? A designer dainty as she silky essence she creeps upon so free and with sheer elegance unveils a painted lady in a trance Wake me before the dream ends In this a lie I can’t depend Ochre paint splat on walls Tinted forewings so not to fall Hindwings I hold up in pain Fragile chitin, scales, and veins Bleeding strokes of mango chutney Opera gloves cobalt blue, cloak impunity Wake me up! Before I drop Still asleep, a standing prop And when I open my eyes I’ll have wings like butterflies The bitter truth sounds insane Blends of electronic elements Mesh makes perfect sense distasteful Nestled neatly prim and graceful Kept in the dark where it’s unfair Wake me lest I vanish into thin air In my dream a translucent permanence I stand alone and have woken an evanescence