Solipsist Prayer

They say
it's push and pull,
tension and release,
but it's always been
push push push

for me

it'd be so easy
to accept myriad myriad 
truths,
but why not discard,
but why not indulge
in a self serving
world bending
mirage clarity

My heart,
the gates of hell,
follow the command
of bells four.
Contorting in a harmonious,
screeching, wail
piercing beyond reality,
hubris and despair.

A hand is too lonely.
It takes two to tango,
two to pray,
sit and stay.

Say my name,
Say my name,
Say my name.

Say my name,
Say my name,
Say my name.

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