the sawdust king spits out his scorn

your looks of shame, they scare me
none of altruism; time has eroded my fear

of your self-definition
i cannot speak, knowing

that everything you believe is inextricable
that everything you want is unattainable

that i fail to exist independently of you
that i fail to suspend moderation

i am a fool; never have been, i will be again
we are both the same every day, we are always changing

you are, i fear, defter than i
teasing out meaning, real view to truth

but you cannot tell
(neither can i)

what exactly is it that you hate

about us