Auzin
Ghost In The Shell

Talking from this side of my Gemini self I'm sweet,
A ballet dancer pirouetting through a mosh pit, a purse-dog
In a movie theater, chipped rhinestones
And roadside blackberries – 
This is the face I put on when I need to make money.

How much of this is illusory 
How much is real and what becomes real 
If I allow, if time allows? 
Shrouded by simulation, the close warm secret of it
Crowding out my fear,
The real sign of change: lying has no thrill anymore.
Log off and punch out.
There's other pain to choose, other tales of myself to sell
For utilitarian reasons.