practice, subterfuge, light, naked, word, pop, hold, gaping, fear, eye, vestibule, world

with only a bit of practice
i too, could develop the art of subterfuge
draping the dim light of deceit around me like a cape,
a covering for the naked truth beneath

if i truly wanted, i could bend a word
strangling it until only a small "pop" escaped with its dying breath 
i could hold the last breath of that word in my fist
and rend a gaping hole in the meaning
for what have i to fear from a dead language?

if i stretched out my hand, i could pluck the eye
from the vestibule of society
and offer it up to the world, as a gift