the fog before your eyes,
the cloak
of
life
is suddenly done.
fallen
to the floor at your
feet.
you know
you know
and you know
all things.
you can smell it,
taste it
in your mouth,
hear it in your ears,
you can
see it in another man's
eyes.
the gig is up.
you know what the game is.
money
love
birth and death.
you've
seen enough to have
it at last
sink in. you've endured.
you know
what's going down,
what is.
what isn't.
the wool won't be pulled
over
anymore
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