"Bone Doll"

This is a road I could cross
but once I touch the white line
a simulacrum
will be reflected
to live out my default life.

On these streets I've found a match -
supple and subjugated -
but through mutual love
or stockholm syndrome
I can no longer discern.

Sein und zeit - I can argue
for their linearity.
Stimuli taste sharp
and sour to this tongue.
What sets my mind in motion?

Some of these are not my thoughts -
other philosophies
apply not to me;
a mental wasteland
I'm happy to be proscribed.

(Or prescribed. Which was it again?)

Aleph four to Aleph three,
"Your taboo means naught to me".
Outrage carries us
to the highest roof;
Here we jeer and think aloud.

Property becomes unbound,
bodies can be emptied out;
left of the divide,
sin's a deity
and ladders are built of bone.

The world's a sphere not a square;
each of us has inner goals
and accomplishment
lies deeper within;
we'll part earth and flesh alike.

Fate brought us a whore that night,
a wealth of options and skin.
Take her home? Fuck her?
Make her genuflect,
naked and without dignity?

A flesh and blood tapestry
crafted by our new talent;
bleeding regularly
down private channels,
the mother we never had.

(That's another implanted thought; here's the sting and now a lapse of consciousness..)

The familiar moments
of waking, stretching, cursing
the morning sunlight.
Curtains drawn across
the evening's escapism.

Do we forget so easily?
Are there those who remember?
If God was watching,
would he search my soul
and find me to be wanting?

Her mittens drying out,
my eyes welling with sadness;
is this what I'm worth?
Where is my reward
for finding enlightenment?