I wear masks six feet thick.
I wear masks while running
in a meretricious wheel.
My heart goes in circles
and my head along with it.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
I wear masks that don’t quite fit
because deep down
I am still fucking human.
I am two eyes blinking
earnestly in a crowded room.
I am a pair of worn out shoes
tumbling in a metal drum.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Sometimes I dabble
in aeromancy.
Replicating my replications
like a hamster blind
with the need to conceive.
I am nothing new.
I am entirely different.
The clock reads 11:11.
My smokey, Chesire-grin
hesitates from the shadows.
Ours is a desire
that never sleeps.
We dream and gather.
My synapses go
boom, boom, boom
whenever you enter me.
I could get lost in you.
You make me feel so deep.
I see past
your birch-skin facade
and your beautiful foliage.
I see beyond
your virtues and your failings.
I see the better part
of myself in you.
Outside of my window
the sun is a stiletto stabbing
at the corners of my eyes.
I am wide awake
and your voice
is in my head
soft as satin.
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