Jouhou

A triage of thought 

Stripped down to syllables 

Each character, each letter 

Every word 



Cataracts, in a doll's eyes 

Coded into dialects, diverging vernacular 



Duality intrinsic 

Stitch me together 

Yet I fault you 

For even trying 



Cataracts, in a doll's eyes 

Silhouettes, that destroy themselves 



Equally stalemated 

In the opposite direction 

And to this tower of babble 

I pay homage, 

To rape the senses. 



I fall short 

Into emulsion scratched 

Have a good look now (Bats) 

Because both sides match.