escher poetry — [F]

these monsters have no truth
they are windows    plain things
made as imaginary fiends
by foul and unstable water

let fear of the fake control you
do not question
the foul and unstable
who print you their torments as truth

so you never discover
the reality these liars hide
let your fear    your cowardice
hide the true cause of your pain

never find courage
never face your fright
ever suffer    ever hurt
a toy for liars    for sadists