I parade on a needle
My idle feet dwell on a sting
Since your endearment wheedles
My flattered peace into a bloodshot spring
Where Narcissus and Tulips bloom
I breathe and break, first veil then groom
Nursing one, cursing the other
Sincerely striving from smoke into smother
Prig as the sparrow stops to sing
Barren as moss too tired to cling
I incessantly hound, ever rash, ever northbound
Always aloof of some holier ground
I ever shiver, ever quiver
Hustling hither, bustling thither
Amid your loving lucid dreams
My uniqueness is arbitrary
The great indulgence, the luminary
It`s all pretending I am parching
I am starving where you feast
Am I healing or annealing
Are you the beauty or are you the beast?