All the guises we now take
are fake, to hide the black hole
which long since has made
a singularity of that person
who was us once.
But we move among theatrical
facades, on a stage, and around
on their own orbits masked remnants
in their guises, hiding their own
all-devouring emptiness.
18.02.2023
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