Iconoclast
Cloaked by the waters
That she calls her abode
She dives ceaselessly
Within her premise.
She's caught within herself
A façade so delusional,
A path so chimerical.
Moments slip by, pulling her
To far flung destinations,
And its time for an upward surge.
Above the waters
Was a different world
Enchanting in its entire glow,
Challenging at every trail;
Yet seemed spurious
For it wasn't cognizant
She loitered around,
Soliciting time.
Then she spurned;
Submerging again
To snug in a cloak
That was hers.
She was no iconoclast.
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