Entered the masked ball !
The ectoplasms tell me :
'' I see you ! But you don't exist ! ''
So I dress up my misery
in obsidian tears .
I put on a pretty farce ,
because girls don't appreciate
socially awkward geniuses ...
At the devil's ball ,I dance with Carry,
and I set fire to her forbidden senses...
The gravedealers who cultivate
psychotrop flowers on Pluto ,
are my suppliers ...
I am the scultor of masquerade
which thaw in the thought
of a disconnected fridge ...
When night and death enjoy
a funeral orgasm under a passing mask,
we think to recognize love under
the ambiguous promise of Mercury's desire...
At midnight the round of pleasures .
Hours of ashes when it's time to submit yourself
over the caresses of a tender carcass...
Others say you must remove this face
that hides the mask .
I have to bring a fresh soul over the closet .
I vote,flush the lavatory and wash my hands
of any wrongdoing before inviting me
to the scene ...
It's not so difficult to pretend to be normal...
Welcome to the masked ball !
( dedicated to the community of l'Arche )
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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So the masked ball is not a celebration at all, but a moral system where hypocrisy disguises itself as care. Well written, Lorenz.
You must appear in disguise and enter in the dance by remaining invisible...
Who is real when all wear masks? Is a face demasked more real that all the masks around us? Darkness passes and so does light which is the truth of a full day? A spectacular write of existential proportions that is deeper than the skin below the mask. Where do we bury our bones? A fave
The masked ball of compassion is a disciplinary ' Cena'
Where we dream under control.
Where we love with permission.
Where suffering is classified according to recognized categories.
Mask compulsory !
Defiant as I am my mask would be my face. They can peel off the skin if they want
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