he'll nod yes
but his inner being wails no.
he'll smile happily
but his inner joy does not glow.
he'll leap across mountain tops.
behind doors, he'll dilapidate like a tower made of old steel.
he'll fall down as if he were to appeal.
he'll dress to appear as if he is put together.
when inside, he is divided internally.
and his eyes, this mans eyes, create an ocean of tears in the small of his eyes.
yet, he refuses to let them separate to create little streams of sorrow.
don't ask him if he's ok.
the day you do, this universe will flood in the eyes of a man
who danced around in this land
as if everything. was o. k.
