Bring Your Alibis, Or, Well Come: because "Cradles," a response in kind

Bring Your Alibis (Or, Well Come)

dedicated to Sub Urban because "Cradles:" & being a response in kind 

by a female Faust 

Like content that if tasted, you'd find delicate & deep

Pimped as out as it were rather stare at fire than grow old

This stranger you've a tempted reach is thereby diffident to keep

In secret lies as will have better been — by your own hindsight — never told

In each our worlds of made belief we doubt we live we guess we dream

& despite inviting Others in, we think ourselves alone, by force of habit, still

Able you may be to last — but no one can at last — we all run out of steam

& when we're out & breathe our last — that's all we ever get, or will

Even daydreams trip the wires linked to lengths of fuse within, unseen,

Not , however, unexpected: fitting, that resultant devastation

Is all that you can think about when you are asked where you have been

Is what's confronting & confusing you —  preventing explanation —

All the world's in deed a glass — remember me to yourself when you are looking in it

Both to that Machine to which we well are come — and, if you dare, to Spirit