In the dark we rarely see

Images from movies appear

Easy to remain the voyeur

As Bogart stares at Bacall.

Here, are your vampires

your child-like apparitions

Yet true monsters are by far

better dressed and elusive

who, when asked to be truthful

shall lie as they calculate your

fate, look into your eyes and say

"Don't worry, all is well".

There is something strange about

demons, night holds the key, we

devoured by these realities which

someone has named the truth.

And yet, who if asked would pray

for a parallel universe? Would you?

Would God do this after listening

to choirs? So uninspired

that he would need to cool off?

This is an impersonation, he is

wearing old spice, his shirt open

down to his navel. Disgusted, we

turn away from this sight , a decaying

Cassanova hiding in the shadows of his

youth. As night approaches, we much like

our old ancestors still stare into the

fires and wonder about our lives, dream

of our own private shambalas, forget,

pass the bottle and survive.

But is this all we shall amount to?

When all we know is nothing,

Except this.....

 

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