Bespoke

Bespoke

…and because I live in the realm of things fine and glorious,
I found myself bespoken to a legion of fanatical interests —
repurposed into dull, unvibrant entities.

What could I expect from such illogical creations,
whose fatality begins with the first breath of my unspoken air?

How can I bleed without misusing the interpretations
of my musings and my collectibles?

Oh, woe is me —
to live in the land of enchantment in my mind,
yet remain trapped in a reality that is merely a dream —
a figment in a dead man’s imagination.

I am stuck in a timeline of virality and untruths.

For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine W. Degro