DOUBT IS A DELICACY

sometime or other we eschewed the art
we all but ripped it apart
ah yes you read my face, my red laden escapist leaden waste
and so lace your words with grace
my stasis complacent and tasteless
i’ve crossed a river low
i’ve lost a river’s soul
you’re there you’re gone.
who would ever know
come here,
come strongly and statements made
stretch me thinly throughout the everglades
i’m made up of half-hated ideas and dully plotted schemes
you’re saturn, i’m main street.

doubt is a delicacy
i heartily feast upon.
you’re here but you may soon be gone
my progressive obsession is ripping my soul to core
faces spiral and then are no more

spotlight market, your soul is for sale
head full of maths and a darkly told tale.

 

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