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the persistence of ennui
I am my own liberty,
but the Earth, it is a cage.
I ignore my front door;
it’s my silent blockade.
the senility of history,
it won’t remember me at all.
in my gallery of pageantry
there are burned and blackened walls.
I wait all day for the night,
spend the night waiting for the day.
I’m teasing lions and swatting bees,
can’t trust my DNA.
I’m looking for that buzzing fly;
when will the carriage stop for me?
Melting clocks still keeping time:
the persistence of ennui.
I am afraid.
Can’t shake this ennui off me,
I can’t avoid it, can’t evade.
Can anyone see now
how deep the secrets go?
Does anyone out there
suspect? Do they know?
Turning pages are closing doors;
I introduce the ghost of Cain.
The feast is on underground;
its denizens all call my name.
I am trying to be still;
I can not stop the shivering.
I am burning calendars;
I know what tomorrow brings.
I gave the troll the deed to the bridge;
I said, take it man, it’s yours.
I fed the raven to an alleycat;
I’m so sick of nevermores.
Personal realities
are personalities bought and sold.
I see the strings that hold you up;
I see the strings that you all hold.
I am afraid.
Can’t shake this ennui off me,
I can’t avoid it, can’t evade.
Can anyone see now
how deep the secrets go?
Does anyone out there
suspect? Do they know?
I am my own liberty,
but the Earth, it is a cage.
I ignore my front door;
it’s my silent blockade.
Dearly unloved, we are gathered
to unite delusion and untruth.
Is this what you had in mind?
Is this what you wanted me to do?
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