46 : Shēng

It was love like a callas you scarred enough to be

Tough and immune, your body adapts you see

to all above my head, and all below my feet

No, that’s one freedom you’ll never take from me.

Look another year went by

They keep passing by

God damn I didn’t even die…

… Too old and slow I’ve grown,

I fought time… but lost.

To criticize and judge, how did I end up here?

With these standards I’m supposed to love… make me disappear.

Hold tight.

[G. Hayes, Matroshka (the Ornament), 2005]

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