Inverted Iceberg of Self-deception
A climb meant to find oneself rendered one glazed.
Anadi Mishra
Ambition, a floral presentation,
thorny enraptured sensation,
casting shadows in liminal dimensions.
Elevating oneself, mountain climbing,
forceful petrified tyrant,
end constitutes form,
a dynamic leverage
from clotting scarred rupturing.
At start, a wish to transform,
in time, convert passion to servitude,
slow building storm.
Tore off limbs to lighten the load,
chopped off signs,
became chimera of old.
The view from here,
so colorful,
full of excess.
Surrounding me are echoes,
bones of numerous slaughtered losers—
who emits this decaying pestilence?
Dwindling reflection,
merged shallow architecture,
haven’t I been here before,
an inflicted virus,
blurred boundaries,
keep the smile on,
devil’s banquet is in session.
Cleaning the dirt
with immaculate precision,
constant attention,
aiming in forward direction.
Dirt exists in eyes,
deep recession,
access unavailable,
an obsessive compulsion,
stuck in a recursive simulation.
Winning numerous games,
look how far I have come,
the reflection in mirror,
unavailable,
night crawling vampire,
only predator and prey,
endless transactional ledger.
An open mouth,
parroting borrowed sounds,
twisting smile,
a graceful bow,
designer dress,
buzz word sound cloud.
A puppet of my own making,
the strings cut,
running on its own,
became a parody of itself,
an Ad run amok,
third order simulation.