Merry-Go-Round

Cut me off
from roads which lead
to beacons of
unsung glory.
Let me sail
on wilted wings
of bliss
and land on shores
so deftly-kissed
by dutiful
denial.
Cast me in
silver caskets
cascading with
porcelain-painted
grief,
with memories
of heroes
who breathe
the eternal
hieroglyphs
of hashtags.
Let me hold renown
in evocative
hands,
and cast it off
like pink
paper
cranes,

Merry-Go-Round

destined for
ever-after
in expanses of galaxies
above our heads.
Lie me down
in crimson poppy fields
so I may
dream
of carousels
and dread.