Faceless Desires
A glittering fire

As I lumber Padded, hidden, heavy With glorious light Endless pockets Bulging, overflowing, sown tight Glittering memorial dust Lines my veins It trickles out of Every pore and orifice unseen Filtering through Bulbous sacks of collecting truths Expansive pockets Filled with shimmering strife The shine attracts The swiftly flicking wrist Of a cut-purse seeking riches An easy life The golden allure Burying those Whose footing’s unsure In the suffocating sorrows I’ve been synthesizing with efficiency let spread and multiply Expanding and inflating Like a caustic foamy disease of wanting There is no glory In stealing the shine off Someone else’s vibrant mind They call it the “Midas Touch” For there is no gift of alchemy No mortal man can Change lead to gold To magically transform Is to stand Forever a statue in remembrance To ignorance in the face of tribute Every time Staring into faceless Golden eyes of Desire
K.B. Silver
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