Rare Fulfilment of Wisdom as a Mass Spectacle

A charlatan’s eyes on the queen
I am from love, far and any,
fully dying prospect as a victor
in tragic Greece.

Periphery of expectation,
a wild chance,
someone will fall head over heels into this manhole.

Cliche pile
my life to be.

Majority of this numb mirror stages
“must I play both parts?”
young and loveless.

My own body doens’t know what it’s helming;
the rare fulfilment of wisdom as a mass spectacle.


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