Twelfth Caprice Of Casanova By Michael Cheval

you never have to chop me open my mind/thoughts splay out readily some version of knowing me, gifted then on and off go gloves/mask til there's no truth or fight left nothing lines up/we're all shouting then calmness falls serenaded into confusion unnoticed hands snatch or plead I don't know which way to look so stick with dead ahead behind the scenes of inner thought I beg of you before I'm too fraught please don't distract with grand display whilst my life just ticks away my lips don't move maybe I didn't speak the backscatter of light remains unfocused awareness of unredeemable judgement we may escape in shadows as sound creates a portal or perhaps drowning creates a passageway without, we all linger