those who dream from inflated air
with cornucopia ribcages, gorging
themselves on the flesh of lambs,
are in full-blossom at all times.
methodically cultivated, they are
proven winners – you are marble
ripe to be chiseled in their hands.
they ebb away at your soul,
piece-by-piece, shaping you in
their likeness. you become
undone, as they decide
to put the hammer and
chisel down. you feign
gratitude and on some
level – you believe in it.
