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GuttingRealism — Opera
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Published: 2015-04-04 21:05:45 +0000 UTC; Views: 97; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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The masks I’ve worn
in fires they are born,
and in the steaming cold
I carved them
hands to hold.
From my flesh and bone,
my heart of stone,
I built my company;
a product of
my gluttony.
They were bare
and bristled,
with matted hair
eyes of thistles,
they are empty,
scorched fields aplenty
in their walnut eyes
I’m captivated
by their lies.
The lives I’ve played,
parading cavalcades
of divine perfection
caused me to forget
my own direction.