Light steps on thin ice might
sight up the chancy flight
crisscrossed cracks give insight
easy to see that it is opaque below
stowaways better off out than in
when descents begin, fear traps
pulled down the pressure will collapse
face the chance of loosing, being beaten
mingle on decks of gold laces singles
crinkle wads of paper waste worth
millions because the pictures straight
smile wider than their doubt throughout
safe in transparent masks with tax
on time, won't raise an eye
won't shake won't cry
because we all belong the same
hidden vastly distant shame
in all of us it has a name
in all of us we hate it's stain
a stream of conscious babbling
mixes messages and twisted meanings
interpret things the way they see them
they can't be wrong
No measured meanings
Deliberate deceit and fleeting
being without a structured beat
no rhyme.
no reason.
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