Drinking from a text book, full of fake wine
gulping to dissolve that anechoic mind

with echoes stretching off the pages,
I designate imaginary/real
using children's tears as anesthetic,
we dissect teh rhetoric
still the self, commodified, is severed
from our feelings we want them back
this spectacle, this history
is rewritten to please
everybody laughs now

we're audience to mystery
of disconnected history

we're audience to tragedy
of disconnected majesty