Gone

in that spinning asylum

of explanations

and oh, so justified

deeds

 

 an eccentric grain

cut with the wrong jigsaw

a scandalous anomaly

does not belong

 

forbidden even to exist

exiled and adrift

it does not look good

shame on a spin

 

a rogue narrative

who refuses to die

the severed marionette

must not haunt

 

he is just an illusion

a folly in passing

an itch of a glitch

on the outside edge

 

not real

not possible

beyond

gone

 

parasamgate