PERFORMANCE
We can hold it together providing
A mass of mirrors don't smash
This fragile excitement of our reunion.
You view the itinerary of illusions
With a new display of arrogance
But I don't trust this form
Of "beauty". Instead of de-coding
And eliminating this bewildering cruelty,
Your glamoured I cherishes the chance
To crush me again and again:
Then when the massacre has mutated
And we celebrate our aliveness
You immediately think I'm perverse
To mention your next
foreseeable performance.
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