Enchanted Godheads
they arrange your life,
give you a pearl—
for a wife.
they fathom your dreams,
the ones that stalk your night.
they are the life givers,
your strange
life makers.
but as you start to burn,
they become your life takers.
your clothes hang so well—
you’re an art gallery,
but it’s a long walk
to hell.
and who knows—
who will you meet?
your feet are branded
with journeys of a weeping pilgrim.
but your mind—
it feels so remote,
so stranded.
you once told a fairytale,
of an elven princess,
hiding behind a human veil.
torn apart by love,
now she’s gone.
she dreams of a heart—
but is it enough
to feel so special
for someone so near?
the one contained,
heart-shaped,
within your tear.
restrained on a leash,
this is a goldfish bowl—
are we just mindless fish?
how does that do
for your soul?
is that your wish?
James Garratt – 1993
This poem is part of a printout and the original writing pad, sadly no longer exists.
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