a curve on the newborn face,
struggles from the puppeteer that
raises the lips to fooling
happiness; or
futile joy displayed in
anchoring down the mouth.
and each movement carries the
mask of a joker, fogging the absolute
in the phantom avenue of reality.
draw a straight line as it walks
but straight and back; no sidequests
or shortcuts.
and that bleak emotion
of apathy; brings nothing short of
genuine self-analyzation.
