but tonight we meet up in this place where siblings hang out do you think it strange too?
(does the bell remind you of home? does the maze scare you?) fear not the wicked peacocks
your eyes are too high up for them to reach but i would wear an ankle guard if i were you your
treacherous feet attract attention i see this place is filled with kitsch antiques it has the
deep untidiness that only new eyes see (mine are new, did you notice? yes, i paid for these)
now i can see the old the decrepit truth vying with the fresh superficial one ugly with wear
the other blinding in its smooth plastic facade which do you choose, bismarck? that which
has stood the test of time or the fresh decay? (can you choose?) we have a birthday party in
gethsemane the paths under our feet lead us to st(r)ay though we try hard to flee in the
end we lose our way but still we celebrate even when we vomit what we ate we are the bait
did you know? we are the bait (should we wait here? should we stay? i fear i cannot say)
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