to the one who has renounced his humanity,
all is the same.
yet; nothing will do.
not even the small believable lies,
or the ones built on top of roofs;
shinning–
yes, they always do.
just look at the chimneys,
look and see how smoke its own language speaks.
don’t watch the entrance,
the car, the windows built.
nor the music,
the cheerful laugh or the enchanting speech.
focus on the smoke,
see how it swirls and dances and cries,
watch it move…
it always speaks the truth–
it never lies.
