I was reminded of this image just the other day.
& how I was enamored with it.
How I held to it's meaning.
How I waiting for it's expectations.
How I was convinced of what I couldn't see.
Now I'm embarrassed by it's place.
Now I'm made ill by my--still--foolish longing for its design.
Now I'm burdened by its magic.
Low was this place in my life.
Low was call I made
Low was where the spirits came from