Circles

Hold me for my heart is open
Let the song bring blood warmth

look at me

for i am the dish-boy
and the Christ

i am the mop-man
and the Master

tell me i am ok
and give my shattered mind
a funeral

the moon
oh my fear
the moon
yes you fool

the moon

Pretentious and playful is my costume
under you

we only reflect

and follow blindly

in circles.

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