my drama ~ 12.8.1986/age 16
the silken touches of self-delusion
skate on the concrete ice.
Mystery lies in its ambiguity
for one never knows what hides behind the curtain.
Like a game, it's
curtain #1, 2 or 3,
now, which will you be?
You may seem to be one,
yet can become another
so you jump from you to you to you.
Oh, the drama of madness,
oh, the drama of it all.
How it is simply a myth of contraception;
such an ineffective barrier.
Anxiety flies left and right
the politics are trapped in my wings
too heavy to fly, such a lack
of synchronization.
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