Ciao Lady Luck
Either arriving or departing
Still always moving forward
To subtle close the gaps
And stitch a tapestry of control
Into the fortunes of becoming
A steady hand to hold position…
We dwell so close to reality now… all the menagerie of our caricatures
having found semblance in that which peers out from behind the reflection and
all illusion is a masquerade of aura… all mystery a façade of belief… we touch
close beneath the surface in the writhing of our tongues on the accents of an
adopted parlance… what choice of words would have us fare well into the hush of
an feigned advocacy… the arrogance a cold wind upon our heartened shelter…
And what meandering does lead us to flight back farther than tides recede
in the ailing of our memory upon the repetition of our straights… what apathy
alights to have us buried in the seeming of our age… our idolization of vain
artistry having gutted the machinery of our intellect to the appearance of no
perception might discover the reality we hold so close in our dangerous
admittance slipped our mind for the parallel of truth conjoining in the
selfsame illusion of our distancing…
Watch me dance my vanity and thine will be shed… the walls closing in
having only fortified us despite our fears of an end… lovers closing on
reality… then who are we and where are we going?
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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