Poetry Thursday – tackling the villanelle and wow was that fun or what? I really enjoyed doing doing this (and am now hoping I actually got it right).
No way!
no way of knowing whether you're out or in
that's the finer definition of being...
trapped underneath invisible skin
here we are, where uncharted territory begins
I'll sign my consent without seeing to what I'm agreeing
no way of knowing whether you're out or in
walk on through as long as you dare
feel the resonance of touching this snare
trapped underneath invisible skin
but don't be mislead in thinking this is me
you are blinded and I can't see
no way of knowing whether you're out or in
the last is a risk at the very beginning
treat this as a fight; you won't be winning
trapped underneath invisible skin
and when you rely on being yang to my yin
... you're actually spinning
no way of knowing whether you're out or in
trapped underneath invisible skin
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