The Mask

In this heat I bask,
in this pool of blood,
I lapse
to life's surprise
& the tasks
& with that I ask
everything that was once lacked
is a part of the mass,
the mainstream, displayed so mean
& everyday they hide it
now it watch it fade,
its the mask.
Even if you lay me down to rest,
on a faithless night
and somehow I sleep,
I will always speak of you
because you are true,
you are the facts
the answers in the back of the book,
teachers addition,
the demise to an addiction
with just a small affliction,
the pain, the cut, a beautiful incision
watch the convection, dip to a feeble miscalculation,
nothing but incensed iration fuming
out redolence my burnt offer of appreciation.

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