the crazy one's don't talk .
Out of fear of saying something sensible
with words that no longer have
the same meaning ...
They mumify into a staring eye ,
forgotten at the back of a closet full of lies
that frightens the living ...
Naked angels trapped in the gears
of an endless disembodied dance,
evil rhythm on the recall of oblivion...
something with human farce
that the shameful twilight ,
conceals like a sister of mercy ...
the flower of abnormality
thirsts an organic seed...
Sacrifice within yourself that sane archangel
who chains you with its deceptive gospel !
Burlesque acrobat teetering
in a disabled thread ...
Madman ,delighting
in the mirror of disgrace .
Greeting this familiar stranger
that disguises itself to appear on stage
in a more acceptable disarray ...
Simulacrum added to kabbalistic mechanics
that spins within the fulness of the void...
Do you recognize me ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
This could be confused with sacrum (always thought that was a sacred crumb.) This one had my head spinning you might say I got wound up.
The fool acts like a fool and the sensible person as a sensible person .but the roles can be reversed without anyone realizing it...
Sit the fool on a stool and one will soon see the wise raise from the stool of the fool
The main mystery is whether a true "self" exists.
The terrifying architecture of our modern delusion which confuses self and sham ...
Lorenz, I deeply relate to the tension between the self presented to the world and the stranger encountered within. Sometimes what society calls normal feels like the greater disguise. This gave me plenty to contemplate, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
This ''familiar stranger'' who dons the mask of social acceptability by stepping onto the stage of alienation ...
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