Chronicles of an Eclectic Life: Slow surge of conscious

YOU LOVE
to lie
to hide
to deny
to show kinship with the inanimate.

YOU LIKE
to leap
to shout
to shake
to show what you take to break.

YOU PRETEND
to like what you get
to love what you find
to sink in the quicksand of time
to crawl out a creature benign
to hold a goblet of fine wine
to put it against the lips and feel divine
to recall the days when thee were thine.