twilight of the dolls

at dawn 
when i can trick 
my brain into thinking 
it’s dusk
and vice-versa 

how joyous it is to know
we die so that we may live
i will not meet you again
but how joyous it is to know
i would die for you

every day
people are already fleeing this place
even as they flee toward it
they are only fleeing through it
the way one moves toward the threat
bright light//white heat
the fight in-flight