bending time

    
I cleanse my aura with shadows
starching my ego
so it stands even when my soul shrinks  
afraid of the darkness it crawls away
far from the mind altering reality bending it
 
in time with the music
twisted, twisted we go
until I can no longer recognize it and me
it now casts its own shadow of possibilities  
 
in this carnival sideshow pavilion  
unstable truths become the foundations we build upon
until it is recorded in memory as fact

where we no longer recognize our own faces in the mirror
the dark is the light...the light is the dark
twisted, twisted as we go

my ego stands alone
starched in alien seminal fluid