but tonight we meet up in this place where siblings hang out      do you think it strange too? 

(does the bell remind you of home? does the maze scare you?)      fear not the wicked peacocks

 your eyes are too high up for them to reach but i would wear an ankle guard if i were you      your

 treacherous feet attract attention      i see this place is filled with kitsch antiques      it has the

 deep untidiness that only new eyes see      (mine are new, did you notice? yes, i paid for these)

 now i can see the old      the decrepit truth vying with the fresh superficial      one ugly with wear       

the other blinding in its smooth plastic facade      which do you choose, bismarck?      that which  

has stood the test of time or the fresh decay? (can you choose?)      we have a birthday party in

 gethsemane      the paths under our feet lead us to st(r)ay though we try hard to flee     in the 

end we lose our way but still we celebrate even when we vomit what we ate     we are the bait

did you know?      we are the bait      (should we wait here? should we stay? i fear i cannot say)

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