The dancers make me cry at night, dancing songs inside my head
I follow them and become three, besides ourselves
Communal grief
I flee the three but do so knowing, in shape and face and name and style
reflections stir, they are but me
They whisper gently in my ears and dialogue begins to flow
We father lies to make you smile. And do so knowing all the while
A mocking face the piercing eyes, hide from me
That killing thrust, your shameless smile
The dancers come and stay awhile. They dance upon my unmarked grave
At once Enclosed
Entrapped
Confined
I find within the means to lift, from me and you and all but three
The pain, regret, that beckons me. I leave the rest for those that follow
who make their way and all the while, know the way but not the pain
For me to see them in this way, absolves all guilt all shame all sorrow
Entrapped Confined they stay awhile but never seem to see
me smile.
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