Rag doll

The room circles round
with snapshots which just don't quite fit,
biting down into shoulder
no teeth to grip to stillness.

But this rhythm is yours
you push to the limits
and find nothing at the bottom of myself
but rags and straw.
Smoke screens and mirrors
have failed to hide this mystery
so carelessly woven.

Vigorously
but with a knowledge
which can only be intuitive,
you unpick these seams.

Like a rag doll
to these pointed sharp fingers
i'll fall, bounce and crash
tremble, twist and quiver
At the final push
only i fell into the valley below.

My hard won climb to the heights
will only be met with disinterest.
This was only ever a human tale;
with cloth for skin
and lambs wool innards,
i can only be returned
to the dusty half shelf

One reaches maturity.
It is time to put away childish things.