dance with me never

There is no word, syllable, or idiom or funny dinner party quip I can use to mend this total collapse of mind, body and soul And in this aching futility I write regardless These pieces I pick up are turning imaginary I wonder if what i am is truth or just a liar's verbage personified  but there is fire when i give you words and i scream them on the other side of this revolving door if you can hear me spin with me