sleepless I dream
of an empty world
in casual reflection
of my soul
a simple mimic
in harlequin disguise
to delude the faithful
into faith
my stomach turns
as the milk settles
sucked from the breast
of Nietzsche’s whore
and I feel like weeping
shedding these tears for truth
dead so long ago
killed by Saul or me
so I become responsible
for saving the world
and I apologize for
saving just you
when perhaps I should have
saved myself
but now that chance is lost
in casual reflection
of my soul

09/23/2001

Posted on 09/23/2001
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