live to lie, lie to live

There is wonder–

if the sky gets worn
from changing hues;
if the sun fazes
from its temporal stage
of dawn to dusk
Words resigned to code
spoken in binary
the soldiers cry
it only hurts when
a loved one dies.
It’s a wonder
if pursuits are battles,
if masked-worn faces
become faces-worn masks.
To an unending masquerade
of building apathy.

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