so what are we wantonly supposing (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

with in this what we’re calling space
never to know it’s boundless face
why are we plotting our own disgrace
to leave somehow a visible trace 

so what are we wantonly supposing

i’m scared of all that’s unknown
so i’m brewing make-believe
‘cause this is how I do conceive
this whom i’m portraying it is
so what’s the big secret of being
‘cept jellyrolling my seeming
and fricasse-ing my scheming

to where am i following what
does it matter really with all i’ve got
if every where is just some where else
why am i even caring to dare
so what’s the secret to being
‘cept jellyrolling my seeming
and fricasse-ing my scheming

if this is up when then it’s down
is this a smile or grinning frown
aim i spinning or winding down
what does it mean to say i’m free
inside this so-called mystery
so what’s the secret to being
‘cept jellyrolling my seeming
and fricasse-ing my scheming

Copyright © 2016 Asili Ya Nadhiri

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