Dulled are my faculties
a room of dialogues decayed
My wants locked in cold evaporate
The haze of masquerade

I wear a coat of invisibility
to cloak this body, my shell
your empty words deflected
the vacuum of pretense my prison cell

in this museum of shiny knick knacks
my being tethered to the minutes and hours
A captive of contradictions
and wishful hallucinations, soured

All I want are white flecks of day
A light to crumb the course
an usher to slower expectations
my inamorata of discourse

words © 2011 Malai Carrara
Photography copyright © Nausher Banaji
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