faulty mentalist

[poem]

I sense a sigh in the silences
muting unwanted frequencies
I’m a vapid philosopher
I used to preach in monasteries
to phony heads and bronze figurines
I will keep thinking of memories
then of all the drag that could bury it
so, I will curve the corners, streamline me

cover my acts with a magic trick
I could swallow coins and do cartwheels
with hands in pocket, holding all the aces
without you knowing anything
I fill the gaps, I know dentistry
stone age, I’m a carved narrative
you could break your head but you can’t decrypt
it’s not your fault I’m a faulty mentalist

I brought a leaf to a pile of petals
out of range, I am wide aperture
sour candy, you bite to lose flavor
I am a seashell, against your ear
so hollow, yet there's an entire ocean
so alive, you forget it’s amplification
broken things, amuses the crowd
like the light in space, I bend, no, I don’t break at all

~ Ash