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wearing a scarecrow expression
on his ironed flat-lined
half-pie ebb and flow face,
he fades
into the backdrop in this
endless scene of obscene reality.
the boy can see
but won't be seen,
hiding in baggy camouflage sweaters
of beige and green.
triangle cornerstone shape-shifting
escape mechanism'd adaption;      
cloaks his presence in stealth positions
while his eyes fix on the abyss
beyond the brick walls
with muted
piercing x-ray vision.

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behind those glassy silent eyes
lies a festive parading paradise
of crashing syllables
colliding with a troop of trumpeters
marching through
the spray-painted corridors
within his mind.
exploding fireworks
light up those skies
while he hides in plain sight;
pulling the wool fluff
over the company of captors
in a double-bluff disguise.
swinging freely in solitude
between epiphanies
and daydreamed visions
of guided missions by his compass'd paths
on rafts afloat the rivers of realization -
the only fun is at this party of one.