Lost Again

and here I paint
upon my pedestal
ain't I quaint
am I the fool

and here I tap
on blackened keys
burnt fingers sap
my mind of ease

empty vessels
and laziness
unwinding spools
of endless rest

in dying machines
animated corpses
dance, along the seams
with purpose--

lost again
nostalgia

ethereal
the e-real

I play my role
dance my part and wear my masks
you pay my toll
too wise to ask

two and four and blue
and black and white and gray
is no more to you
than all I have to say

waves break upon the shore
as I sail these seas
I see
I speak with more Is than ease