| Platonic Lover Cycle Back to reality inside the hollow. Filled with perennial smoke Seneses reminding of the flame. Burned out, spun ‘round, escaping fast I beg for another scheme Because I’m addicted to the elation and dependent on the fools. Wrapped around the splendor beam Caught myself in a platonic web You spun it just for me. Catching me as I fall Entangling me when I try to evade |