delusion

By Nikki Quismondo

when the flashing lights spin into a billion signals
and the hours within the heights and fantasies wear themselves out
when all the tables in the silver room escape and
the dance floor becomes merciless in a trapped bedroom,
all the energy flares into a thousand pieces under the sun
and your good bye is but a cold ensemble,
and in the maze of everything left undone,
and what is left is a delusion gone unnoticed.