the destitute soul
wanders the halls
they can't see
the chasm inside him
he politely smiles and coninues the ruse
deep inside
he is an astronomical anomaly
a singularity
not one from which no light can escape
but one which no light enters
a single point solidified by time
and fed by insecurities
in the final analysis
it doesn't matter
he's got a job to do
and a role to play
in the grand delusion of the happy life
this year the Oscar will be his
and everyone will stand and cheer
the walking anomaly
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