Dim false walls
And dimmer lights
In the gray-gold greenness
Of dejection
Ability endowed on some
Like great juicy plums
False laughter
Rings in these ears
A stinging painful gong
Reminds me
Smiles and tingles
So soon lost
Wanting so deeply
The elusive faceless
Ghostman of devotion
Escapes in the velvet
With a spark
A gasp of steam
Cape swishes away
Into the recesses
Of the psyche
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