DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the stage revolves:)


the bartender tends in another dimension, minding shoulders
the liquor to the truck holders
when at last
she wakes up of some trance
to look around
all perfect to an unperfect tinging sound
removes her glasses upon viewing some crematorium
to exit the auditorium
& beg the powers to hail kids to a safe world
all a simulation in the head
one that fights claws to forget
but never in an ever could
& why in an ever eventually should?
all in still
all in some will
when the sun subsides
not sets yet resides
the truth is told
a body for a body to be sold
& the stage revolves
demeanors change
for games to be strange
beaches cry of some waves that he couldn't hide
& this perfect unperfect truth to tide

                                                                                -----ravenfeels