Do You Care?
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1 min readDec 11, 2016
Do you care
who cuts your hair?
Does it matter whose hand
slips down your back
and grasps the firmness
of your soul?
Is it hard to be ghoul?
Does it take much effort
to slide the softness
of a sin and let it sliver,
sight unseen, into the night?
Do you know much fright?
Do you know what it means to walk
among the living
(and the less than living),
fouled and frenzied,
vivisectioned flesh?
I’ll let you know.
I’d like to let you know.
I knew what passion was.
I saw it in my dreams
and as it streams unstopped,
unstoppable,
unreleased,
unrealized,
I glimpse it as it goes.
I watch it as it glows and flickers,
All the lows and highs of living
lightly passing by.
But now I know.
I think I know,
I want to know,
how silently,
relentlessly,
it goes.
