Hoax and the Shrine
The lake dictates the news
With absolutely silent swim
She creates supply and demand
My real world, an empty room
With words like, "I will take real good care of you"
Can a god spill milk?
Kissing feet to watch the hours wilt
Disbelief resides between the hoax and the shrine
I wandered around a shapeless station
In soliloquy clouds
That nebulous dichotomy town
I am all of it
Clocking in the dreaming, I could quit
Disobedience lie between the shackle and the strife