A mask for the beloved to wear.
I know that while it cries,for a period it stops: and so, stills my breath,
Alert, fresh,
this is,
what i don't see.
Collapsing, again: who am i crying for?
Emotion's flow as globally as the economy
as what we love one day we may later hate in private.
The public imposed upon the "personal",
any non-collective public grief lies unexpressed, Insane, Feared
Shunned & marginalized. Still more inappropriate if confused
or mixed, mired and fermented in joy.
People, children, babies, chickens and pigs, Millions every day
making room for ever more, let's not even talk about cows,
gmo corn and spongeiform human brains, we may all be dead
long before the prions get our non veg kids.
Amidst this perfect moment,
pain, and pleasure
both dearly held sleep
adrift in Nyx's arms
You are the lovers of desire.
Only in desperation salvation
ever surrendered.
the angels appearance.
pagan in the sun.
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