escher poetry — [L] :: 9

we
the crowd on green
we
the audience
await the curtain

i am one
in this egality of thousands

and some egotistical monstrosity
puts his own seeing
above the sight
of the egality behind

as if we did not exist

shoulder jumps
blocks our view
of the empty heart
the unstarted
masqued adventure

who is under him
is a stable disgrace

unfortunately for the deluded selfhood
i am an egalitarian psychopath
a nasty knife
adept at undoing

i shall prune
i have never been arrested for pruning
i shall free our collective vision
i shall clear this nasty mote
i shall cut that ego down