Hoax and the Shrine

The lake dictates the news with absence, A silent swoop She hates supply and demand My world an empty room With words like "I will take real good care of you" Can a god spill milk? Kissing feet to watch the hours wilt Desperately decide between the hoax and the shrine I wandered around a shapeless station And soliloquy clouds That nebulous dichotomy town I am all of it Clocking in the dreaming I could quit Disobedience like between the shackle and the strife