Rehashed
Cast shadows lashed against the dash
Creating dark dancing figurines
From a peek-a-boo sun sauntering
between rolling storm clouds.
Rehashed
It is not the past per se
But the (clear and) present (danger)
Presenting itself as if unhinged from yesterday,
Wearing different pants
Humming an unfamiliar tune.
It is not the past per se,
But the fast forward future
Peering in the mirror
To see last Wednesday when it was
Prodding and primping its way through the glass.
Rehashed
The mask under the face under the skin under the mask-
It's the shape shifting venemous viper who swears
the only contrast between seeing and being,
Between glitter and gold, is the way that you glisten,
Is the fairytale that's told,
Is the lie worth believing,
Is his skin ever peeling,
Is the blade is the rust is the truth in the dust is the yes in the no is the white hot glow is the infinite inferno is the pain-struck reconstructed painting of the past in the present toward the past is the past.
Rehashed.
About// I had 2 Corinthians 11:14 in mind when writing this: Satan keeps disguising himself as an angel of light.
