sitting behind your eyeballs
the humunculus looks out
passing judgment
the editor of reality
tailoring the present
to suit the storyline
not realizing a glitch
the story isn't yours
enter me
egotistical bundle
of complications and love
rejecting reality
in the arms of the present
born a persistent
soldier of fortune
pushing you to the extremes
comes easy to me
sparking two degrees
of affection and ego
the story moves on
along with two
insatiable souls.
amen
behind the mask....
Thursday, July 26, 2007
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