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Mesmerized by images hidden in fake wood tabletops,
sunsets in amber and honey,
the apocalypse  in gold.
Annoying pessimistic thoughts take form
as the fifth of the hours lies at a standstill.

My sister has failed again. Poor child
stereotypes have claimed yet another willing sacrifice,

an enthusiastic response followed by an empty giggle.

She is too young to be the color of jade she wishes to appear.

The beautiful boy is awake.
Intelligence drips from his tongue

and all blemishes subside.

A one-sided  game of tag takes place
not three feet from the empty smile of our captor
whose life mission is to analyze the beautiful
ruining us with an explanation. She is wearing her three inch heels today.

Hidden images reveal themselves just as time has run out.
Lie to yourself,

say you will remember the answer of life tomorrow.