Paternoster

I know you long to be gone
I know you lust to feel what for you is real
That old adulation
With disease comes ease - imagination
And envying beliefs you belong to,
You stay strong
Sculpt the past in your mind to suit you
Chip away ragged edges
Smooth away guilt and hide horror
Behind fig leaves
All artists are dreamers in denial
Children who refuse to grow up
They see both more and less at the same time
What is before me now is so vast,
They only way I can really cope
Is to wash it all in colors of my choosing
Pick some silly words and pretend it's mine.