incomprehensible in your moccasins

within that hegemony of pride

and the tortoiseshell of ego

I, am your schizoid delusion


whose inviolable rules make me

an anomalous variation

and abstract enigma

not allowed to exist, verboten


an untenable being

beyond any countenance

to be labelled

filed, an exhibit on a pin


from here in my glass cabinet

I watch you point and stare

a cautionary tale am I

you, are my schizoid delusion