The pyramidal point pierces
my heart
like a precarious scalpel,
forgetting its purpose.
I plunge into dire disbelief.
Your masquerade, your

ruse causes me
to centrifuge,
arms opened,
maintaining imbalance,
gyrating thoughts invading
the past.
High spirits,
light heart

fade to obscurity.
You’ve replaced emptiness
with concealment.
I unwittingly discover your guest.
The man I am
in my absence.
I depart.

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