used to work to push back the d a r k n e s s
now just work to keep the light from burning the eyes
living on the edge of nothing
leave behind the virtues of language
of thought
s c r a t c h i n g until the flesh starts to give
[then, teasing, let it live]
and it isn't as if this is without cause
though not quite a cry for help
merely a cry for release
[ t o u c h ]
knowledge that moves the walls outward
and locks the doors
against faith
against the white
against the pale stark beauty backdrop
f r o z e n
the mirror breaks
look down
dead silence
[pianos and violins sing a chorus as the pieces rain down]
[look how pretty]
sing a song of hatred
buried in a mind's--
singing, ringing,
dancing lies
keep the air of confusion about you
they love that in the galleries