find something which does not scream itself
a furtive presence, ennobled by secrecy
conspicuously missing from the old myths
following the trace of its absence
we can not leave it alone
we rush through life, expecting the momentum
to carry us somewhere
sailing through the glass dome
more at home with polymorphous clouds
shifting identity, position, consistency
embodying the insubstantial
potentiality of form
to be a canvas for your
unborn
lust
reduced to body
crawling along the endless plateau
nausea
indifferent eyes
stone organs
his only gift
his cruel gaze
his honesty
a monster
gather the allotted tokens in your palm
keep a tight hold on yourself
through the mirror maze and freak show
a shaking pale devil
your every movement is grotesque
running away only to come running back
to the carnival
no retreat to nature
we can not twist its silence
into an excuse
we can not conceal ourselves
between its layers of peeling skin
no song can redeem
our indecision
there is only one direction
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