build contradictions in the same space
and stuff the ghosts in behind the same face
and claim that there is no trace
of the path that led to this fractured place
i can stop dead
and peel a head
and find what was said
and read what needs to be read
there are simple answers to the complex issues
that need no drama and boxes of tissues
dancing around the thing looking you in the eye
and pretending that the problem is the lie
drop all the masks
and shutter the light in which the lie basks
and you might be able to complete some tasks
fulfil the goal your child’s heart asks