the other me slithers out of br peep holes, cracks and crannies br slides and spreads, rolls and multiplies br filling the here and vast beyond br br rides the golden chariots, br glides on the wings of fantasy br begetting dreams of dreams, br floating on clouds wrapped and cloaked br br shedding my skin, dropping my leaves br hung up to dry, br dominated by lack of means, br I shrink wither and recline br br by moods eluding and flirtatious br devoid of trauma, drama and catharsis br indulge myself br into realms of there br br sometimes I can be followed, br pride is of no use br guilt and blushing have no place, br I am free, of electronics too br br on a vacation, from some of myselfbr br shimon weinrothbr br