really

Juliana Gift



... how smart you graes, Master!
... even covetise wind...
...and die in the desire to believe
hands... lips... words...
Beyond enlightenment — clear...
Lay props,
a false sense riddled
the heart and the head.

... how smart you graes, Master...
... and I'm so insanely believed!
Became the gloom of gray
brilliantly played the role of...
Let me now just die.
Let me just die.
Without makeup and wigs really
to let me die.