Aletheia looked into my eyes
and I could not avoid her stare.
Her silence a grim accusation
as I shifted uneasily in my chair.
No words escaped my lying lips.
No words could change my fate.
All men are confronted by the truth
Be they small or great.
Aletheia, you see, would be my judge;
such was my despair.
I looked again to see her face
and saw mine own image there.

Hyper reality
torched our dreaming eyes down
to charred empty sockets
and you should know
Like all the nasty swirls
wormholes swallow everything
because they aim to please
There is no what if
as it is apparent
we will -
in increasingly reductive fashion -
eat it all up
:remade rebooted recycled scrambled
deja pay-per-vu:
until
void
conquers
all

Black widows
Long legged silhouettes
Silk seductive strides
Well versed stickiness
Webs of gestures n subtleties
Mesmerizing memoirs, lasting anecdotal wit
"The musing mind-***"
Viscerally burned into total recall
Wry smiles begins the succumbing
A sweet lucid sleep-walking slumber
Head in the clouds, nose wide-open
Floating on tippi toes
"The Beautiful Terrible, Surrenders Ballerina"
Delicate withering "Wurthing Heights"
Such strings, such strings, suuch stringssss...
How deep does she weave
How far down the the souls rabbit hole
the school, the artist, the bag of tricks, the odyssey
Scarred contemptuous kiss of decay
"Queen of the Dmaned"
**"Dare to Love a Black Widow Spider"