When I knew I couldn't be happy for you
Until I realized my triumph,
I saw the writing on the wall:
How could Art not reveal ourselves?
There is no one mask that can be wholly true.
And that's all there is
When it comes to Art:
Lies!
So now that I've given you up
To give up on Truth,
I'm hopelessly amused and endlessly tired.
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