Turn Away

Turn around, and be astounded, And be bound by the breaking sound, The immutable screech, The truthful scream, And as the steam flows from your face, It seems a stream of gleaming ignorance enters the scene, Scheming and deceiving the grieving surrounding. But I know the truth. Someday that breaking sound will get to you. And it will shred your phony double-face A screech that will split time and space Because that’s what’s necessary to break your two faces, And cutting right through both your disgraces, To replace it, Erase it, And displace you and your ignorance, Because that is my pleasure, my indulgence. You turn away from me You have nothing left to see.