I see the poor in your furs
Acrylic resin in your grins
You ponder the halls as though
They hold more than bare walls

Perhaps you seek a point of exit
Doors guard the external truth
You will not find the sun here 
Poor tulip, fed on malicious deeds

Did they paint your globes in blood?
You need not say, it is in your eyes
Cut gems that gleam of heart
What finds you here, is it within?

Be it so, brush me a lullaby, please
Disengage this rachet that brought me
Past green doors, elongated bulbs 
In a paper gown with heavy wrists

Blades sought your legs to ribbons
Did they replace the bones they broke?
Hide the transcripts as promised?
I fear not, mildew memories follow you

You are among the clouds now, dear
And I fear it only goes downwards 
Gasps like the startled mass below
Soon you will count the evergreens

one by one

It is over for the both of us, the future
Is nothing new, I saw it all prior
For I belong among the dark blues
That overlook the breath of your soul

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Mason Betty, “Unity” from Sallos