Acts • Facts • Fiction
Acts • Facts • Fiction
I dance to the music
Mimed by every orchestra
At noonday, but at nine
My heart reads
Poetry yet
To be inscribed
From centuries
I have yet to divine
I lived in the insidious
Ocean-caves of vice
And vanity, navigating through
The blackened waters
Of a ventriloquist's
Incongruent diatribe
Slept upon beds
Hypnotized with
Mischiefs & murder
Deceit & disorder
Deliriums of preset trials
And amorphous tribunals
That reset tribulations