so i’m going over this
deciding that the causality cannot be that simplistic
let me ask you this:
do you care what people think?
the strange balancing act
where many find themselves becoming
what others expect?
i lost myself in my own tales
entwined with the gift of tongues and tomes
we stare at reflections
but they are stares only
the best of this world is past realization
you can see more without yourself in the way
though some eat shadows
and crave repetition like a chain of paper dolls
dancing circles around heads of blistering affectation….
dawn a light that makes most anything beautiful; even
a complex face destined to look inward
and bury the tears
even you, who decided to mark graveyards and cattleprods
with condescending wishes
i don’t care if i disappoint….(is that me? i think it’s me…) that, too–
is an art