- Vol. 05
- Chapter 10
Blank faces staring back From a vortex of cranial vacancy. Whorls of words drip and drip while They trip the light fantastic. The quick step. The two-step. A goose-step. Placating the plastic personas And vacating accountability, As the shadow puppets play On the walls and pray to gods Created in their pompous ascension. Now I wake me from deep sleep To creep along a road too steep And shake off the last vestige Of their soulless, seductive soliloquy.