light

[cacian]

jealousy
ferments
piracy
and to give
the surface of to live
is
anarchy

to step up
the reasons
for this
allergy
to feel defeat even
when power is receipt
is to let go of deceit
the core of recede

and
life begins to repeat
light
the purpose
through which
it receives
without
delete
the cursive
of
to long and not belong

[Pompey Bum]

I love your poetry, Cacian, because each line leads to a place I didn't expect from the previous one.

[PeterL]

What I own is mine, but I lust for that
Which is not mine, and that is jealousy.
Anarch in me ignores propriety,
But proper rights are proper; alien
Though they may seem. So what I want becomes
Mine, not alien, and so it goes on.

[YesNo]

I love your poetry, Cacian, because each line leads to a place I didn't expect from the previous one.

That's how I feel also. I expect the unexpected from cacian.

In this case if I combine the first two lines (words), "jealousy ferments" and then add the last three lines I get the idea of longing but not belonging which seems to make sense when thinking of jealousy.

[cacian]

Pompey and YesNo thank you so much for reading and the lovely feedback :)
Peter likin the idead of alien in the piece you posted ;)

[PeterL]

Peter likin the idead of alien in the piece you posted ;)

Alien was a takeoff from "allergy" in your poem; both are about foreignness.