The Rope
The Rope
"You must be tired by now,
go home and undo your hopes.."
the cracked pen and conscience, spill
dark clouds into the background
of the mind, pathetic fallacy...
The Rope: Pathos,
covers the skin in ink
until the illness overlaps the man,
until emotions overlap reason,
until he disappears into the night,
unbeknownst to the stars,
and even to himself.
For he
"who makes a beast of himself,
gets rid of the pain of being a man".
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