Repetition Begs The Question That Silence Solidifies
Alan Lisanti
why do I speak
to the wall
absorbing words
and echoes
observe the response
patterns of indulgence
internal orbit of the mind
in your lonely solar system
is projected unto all
the threatening things
that remind you of it's
fragility, I don't want to be
the mirror anymore
blinded by your misdirection
like the sun was born
in the pupils of my tired eyes
it doesn't blind you
in your obliviousness
there was no truth to find
you've shown me myself
in your refusal to accept it
and exposed your mask
and it's cumbersome lie
now I can see
why the footprints
only point north
and eventually they dissipate
dissipate and die
so why are my lungs
expelling the screams into space
in the atmosphere where
no one will hear them
while you just sit back
enjoying the ride
can you not tell
in the words
you have spoken
you are the illusion
you can not survive
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