I know

you

I had you

all

figured out.

 

How dare

you

be something

else

                                                                    be someone else

how dare you

make me doubt

my reality.

 

Here

I am God

where  the Songs of Snohomish

In the First,

  trapped forever

 in the First

                                                                     drone on  like bees

lost in a field

under a blazing  unforgiving  summer

Sun

mindlessly

endlessly

pointlessly

Ostinato.

First In The First

Ostinato.

 

 

 

                                                                             Daily Prompt: Broken