Holding Pattern from Proximate by Proximate

Scar left ventricle
for sentimental reasons
The lungs a canvas
of warnings left unheeded

Let the Lovers know
a stomach churn is not enchantment
It’s chemical

Children of hilarity
swaddle us with sugarcane and see,
We’ll be sucking on the mercury

Long after outcomes are revealed
& before Satori

Couldn’t make the time,
so dressed the fool for the occasion
Another stand-in of mine,
in the wake of indecision

With a different strand assigned,
with a new invitation

A voice greets the day then
but is it mine?