beauty pageant

all signs of it
written over my face I hanged
as a window into my vacant head
with its unexpected turns
I confess
fate got me tired
and I need to rent it to the best essence
someone else can find for me
to fill in the gaps between day and night
close and far
equilibrium and the cluster fuck
I was made of for this monkey beauty pageant
I out-did with patience

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