People only see the act
they do not see the puppeteers...

What difference does it make
whether everything is happening in this corner, or...

I still carry his body across the barbwire of this...
carry this cross...

He wanted to be clear
but clarity turns to blank and one must die...

Don’t worry my love
your outer beauty, your withering bloom...

You love me now.
~Ticking clock, ticking clock...

I am here
there for here is an extension...

Like for all the time
rain was pouring and I was dry...

They do not know
how ignorant they are...

One and zero,
tick and tock...

Time dusts on the clarity of past
And buries them gradually...

I wish I were the pivotal point
at the centre of gravity...