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stranger

has you on hold

and it is likely

that she is

without doubt

unavailable

in substantial silence

you realise

stranger

has purchased

the opportunity

for forbidden speak

at the price

of a single lie

and you wonder

what stranger

knows
about the pressure she’s under 

tyrant of distraction
withdraw, withdraw
action will be taken against your contentment
and punished to the fullest
extent of the law
oh cautious, cautious
masochist staring
in what do your imaginings consist
here pursuing the image of me
is it painful when i resist

distance draws

time erases

uncommitted 

uncomplacent

what is the point of

all this stalking

in the back of the conscious mind?

speak towards the cheek who

tries to turn its eyes

knowing

that

no burning heart denies

to look inside is then

to find

a not so dull surprise

of turning eyes

once hid behind

a youthful conscious mind 

somebody is running down the street

without a flag

and without a nation somebody calls aloud

to the cosmos

to the skylight singing in return

the great deception 

and in the great election somebody nominates

noble mother nature

noble though no savior; no special authority 

for wild humanity

in the palm of misery
one is dead
void of life
with a heart of lead
heavy, heavy
within one’s head
lifting joy from the world around

sweet faces in the room

know us not by name 

but they taste our candor all the same

flower lockets hanging 

cannot disrupt our gaze 

but they direct our plays throughout the game

i’ll slip on despair

and check on the flight

you’ll fluff up your hair

in that weird pasty white 

we’ll stare upon flesh

in plastic grey seats

where district paranoia 

and escapism meet

seeing you

changes you

and changes me

and me seeing me

changes you

as you change yourself

when it is you

that you see

and then

i also

change

overdressed for summer

in early spring

for everyone else

the sweat's a bummer

but delight for me

it does bring

oversized for beauty

in early youth

for everyone else

thin health's a duty

but strife for me

it does prove

strong breathe

voicing a lust

disturbing this rest

and

stirring the dust

of the comfort

in the plunge for

pleasure

a dive in toward

some unnamed

rumoured treasure 

no more substances

means no more me

for i am an object

in physical reality

i am a substance

that requires regular

substance

i am a substance

which desires substance

and from out of substance

nourishment for this object

this substance

will come 

for our sake i hope something

sees where this is going

the finite mind cannot tell

for it has no way of knowing

i here confess to the ensemble

the role in which i am presented

its character acts in sensuous fantasies

that leave its vision fragmented