Liar’s Dice

We adopted obscure philosophies
To justify a simple existence —
”I know it’s all been said before … ”

Faces are numbered and ranked.
I fear the question looming
Behind every pair of eyes;

A question of honesty or self –
– collusion, of feeling, meaning,
Characters peeling in time

And so I lift a heavy cup,
Pull down my cap and visor,
Leave and re-enter the room.