Objects to be used.
They view themselves this way.
In a perfected display...
Of a total loss of identity.
An empty falsity escaping by charade.
Facing this and coming to grips with it...
Establishes denial,
And masquerades that degrade.
Accustomed they are to be used...
As someone's trade!
As if a physicality and a plasticness,
Is all what they wish!
A hollow and fake nothingness!
Objects.
Selecting to protect and dissect,
From behind masks.
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