..apostrophe

the wheel turns the apostrophized muse
into the soliloquy of reflections

blocking a view or
a memory of an abyss
and jumping into
a sandstorm of an unusual dilemma

an auditorium
where they formed life
fading slowly
into a modesty of
nothingness

to break the 'fourth wall' of this catastrophe
she has to defamiliarize the familiar
..the recurring dream,
a horror

she has to erase the faces of the lover,
those he wore, around her, near afar
the faces of the hide and seek
or the hands of aesthetic illusions

the 'wheel' suspended in the beams of her eyelids
and memories played in a sequential loop

the faces are not him, or her
but a landscape of cognitive biases

a tantrum of reality
where many are stuck, many lost

this act makes the bigger wheel turn
as if an illuminated acknowledgement of life
is laughing back at them

laughing at everyone and itself
and at this 'play' of actions and reactions

to the apostrophized muse
whose lover is now lost in translations

between the life where reality screams
enter here, exit here, but no doors

an apostrophe