— The Show

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Written by R|CARDO.

the show —

The seconds, the minutes—are ours.
Tell it to… the puppet masters.
We’re handling the strings,
while a ceiling dangles and swings.

Curtains cannot hold us up;
these lights, they’re not enough.
Bells ring, endlessly chime,
our tempo knows no flat line.

Again… our stomachs ache,
head-sirens scream, an alarm wakes.
The short-sighted truth is written,
the serpent’s tail, still bitten.

© R|CARDO.

— Ricardo Sexton

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