VIII

I'm close.

You can run, but where will you hide now?

You chase me down

I can end it all

This is my game now

You are locked in my cage

Flooded with grief and rage

Your capture has crawled

Snuck out of its place

And now your balance

Will teeter at the weight

Of a single body

Being dragged by gravity

To rest in front of the eyes

Of the audience

Your audience

This is where your turn arrives

The roulette continues

You want a display

I'll give it to you

For the world will be the museum

And everyone

Will know the painting

And its origin