these gazes in glass
reflected glass in hopeless eyes -
and fixed pupils on the run.
dumb cries in despair
become silent in charivari -
a paradox like "emptyness fills rooms".
repressing my sentiments,
cause it's a business that pays:
iam spoilt for choice
between declaiming sympathy -
or valium and schizophrenia.
in face of never sensed indifference:
an indifferent shrug
in response to labeling with "pathos".
in face of realized commodity:
an indifferent "i know that this is real..."
in response to all academic misgivings.