Simulacrum

Memories avian, fleeting
like a psychedelic gas leak
Fluttering inside the bionic
length
Of a fulcrum of a moment
The simulcast of empty screens
In waiting rooms
Clasped around a vacancy
That fades in and fades out
Tethered to the pages of escaping
texts
And as if I were here to be just a faint
representation
Of a loosely bound sheaf of
achievements
Now suddenly finding expression
In the colourful voids of a longing
That traps me in a simulacra of the
self
That flies away into radioactive multihued
skies;
Even if the body is a mere cage
It knows how to escape !