as it is:

Who am I?

Who are you?

A mask of porcelain,

a mask of leather.

We’re magnificent.

How we lie.

I kept myself made up,

to keep you, to hold you.

You were always a shadow.

That’s why I loved you,

you rhymed with the dark.

Once I happened upon a grove.

I realize I’m lost,

but to wander can be so beautiful.

Birdsong marks the time.

Every one it’s own,

I couldn’t parse the meaning.

That was always my problem.

To see the skyline on fire,

and call it sunset on the horizon.