There has been a shift in the earth
cracks emerge only to concave
into a world that is entirely upside down.
We find our hands tied into the foundations of others
willing them to rise and see mirrors before them
"Don't you see? Don't you see?", You cry.
But in this little void of yourself your heart opens
confronted with the dilemma of believing the lies
that were told by someone you thought to be your "savior"
And when you were young
you imagined that men were paintings
designed by brushstrokes from the gods
All meant to satisfy the yearning built
deep inside that compartment in your soul
that stows what you know and how you know
And in this little compartment
is your stowaway
your lost virtue that you have been trying to regain.
And then you wonder,
"How do I begin again?"
and you go to sleep
dreaming of painted faces running from you
always beyond your reach.
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