Observe me well – for I am you.
Until you read me, nought I’ll do.
As cryptic as a Zebra’s pattern,
Lifeless and remote as Saturn.
Dark and closed lie I, all hidden
Until to life, by eye I’m bidden.
And though I blow your mind asunder
The energy is yours – what wonder!
My nature’s like a catalyst.
My power, alone, does not exist.
I cannot even hunt my prey:
With endless patience here I lay.
People say I’m witty, slick,
But I’m no brighter than a brick.
When left alone without your aid
I’m duller than a shadow’s shade.
Rejoice – you’ve opened up my tomb,
I’ve used your mind to be my womb.
‘Tis true my parents thoughtful were,
But I’ve been trapped where no thoughts stir.
Perhaps you fear what you’ve aroused
Unready for the daemon housed.
No vampire I, to fear and curse
But simply lines of cunning verse.
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This poem does not really apply to cathartic verses, but for all the remainder that want to share an idea, feeling, thought, vision, story etc, it takes two to tango.
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