Neurosis
I'm fighting through veils and curtains
and the smoke and mirrors
of my mind.
My fears.
My failure.
Pulling rejection out of tophats
and vanishing self esteem under cloths.
Dragging handkercheifs of debt
from my coat sleeves.
Dematerializing relationships
from inside cabinets.
Deception:
sleight of hand
sleight of mouth -
not for the faint of heart,
nor the feint of mind.
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