Roomful Perfidies


The room is fable with double ending.
Smiles here, traffic signals mere.
There gentles sit
To lie themselves, acting fancies.
And some starving-
To see day dreams.
An old spits to feed his ants
Another loves his lambs,
But knows all to butchers.
Ladies lost their lateral looks,
One plays with;
Deemed it dragonflies.
In roaring sea dumb drops died many!
Our castles,
Just in cards, know now.
And me; buried in air-open eyed;
Mourns, within heart-laughs!


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