Declining the Loop

Unflusteredly bobbing along,
when a thought floats by, calling it wrong...

(nów what!) 

And all too willingly
the Treatcher chillingly
- disguised as a mermaid -
unfurls
fanning its tail
flurry suffer in swirls
mirroring in grotesque mime
'let's go over this one more time'
('one more time')
('one more time')
no
I decline
while my boundaries refine 
and decompression see
is gloriously decompressing me
aahw
sweet sustaining thaw
I drip out of the loop

(swoop)

Following my inner soothsayer
and dance through the layer
by layer
by layer

I.A.m