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ᵀᴬᴿᴬᴺᵀᵁᴸᴬ ᶜᴿᴬᵂᴸˢ
ᶜᴬᴮᴱᴿᴺᴱᵀ ˢᴾᴿᴱᴬᴰ ᶜᴿᴼˢˢ ᵂᴬᴸᴸˢ
ˢᵀ. ᴹᴬᴿᵀᴵᴺˢ ᴳᴼᴼˢᴱ ᶜᵁᵀ ᴼᴺ ᶜᴿᴬᶜᴷᴱᴰ ᴼᴾᴱᴺ yellow ᴾᴸᴬᵀᴱˢ
ᵂᴼᴿᴺ ᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᴬˢ ᴴᴱᴿ ᴾᴬᵀᴵᴱᴺᶜᴱ
ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴿᵞ ᵂᴱᴮˢ ᴰᴵˢᴾᴸᴬᵞᴱᴰ ᴾᴱᴿ ᴼᴸᴰ ᶠᴼᴿᴳᴼᵀᵀᴱᴺ ˢᴼᵁᴸ
ᵀᴱᴺ ᴼᶠ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀˢ ᵁᴾˢᴵᴰᴱ down
ᶜᴴᴱᴱᴿˢ ᴱᶜᴴᴼᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᵂᴱᴸᵀᴱᴿᴵᴺᴳ
ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴿᴼᴮᴵᴺ ᴴᴼᴼᴰ'ˢ ᴬᴿᴿᴼᵂ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ ᴴᴵˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ
ᵂᴱᴸᴸ ᴹᴬᵞᴮᴱ ᵀᴴᴬᵀˢ ᴬ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ˢᴬᴿᶜᴬˢᵀᴵᶜ
ᴵᴺ ᴴᴵˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ ᴮᵁᵀ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴵᴺ
ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ˢᴼᴮᴮᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴼᴳᴳᵞ ᴱᵞᴱˢ,
ᴬ ᵛᴼᴵᴰ ᴼᶠ ᴮᴸᴬᶜᴷ ᶜᴿᴼᵂˢ. ᴬᴺᴰ ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱᴵᴿ ᴱᵞᴱˢ,ᴰᴬᴿᴷᴱᴿ ᶜᴿᴼᵂˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ;ᴵᴺᴬᴰᴱᵟᵁᴬᵀᴱ ᶠᴸᴱˢᴴ ᴰᴱᴾᴿᴵᵛᴱᴰ ᴼᶠ ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴹˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴺᴼᵁᴿᴵˢᴴᴹᴱᴺᵀ ˢᴼ ᴵᵀˢ ᴵᴰᴸᴱ ᴹᴵᴺᴰ ᶜᴬᴺᴺᴼᵀ ᴴᴬᴺᴰᴸᴱ ᴸᴼᴼᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴿᴼᵁᴳᴴ ᵀᵂᴼ ᴮᴸᵁᴿᴿᵞ ᵂᴵᴺᴰᴼᵂˢ ˢᴴᴵᴺᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴬᴸˢᴱ ᴴᴼᴾᴱ
ᴳᴿᴬᵀᴵᶠᵞᴵᴺᴳ ᴿᴱᴹᴬᴿᴷˢ ᵀᴼ ᴳᴱᵀ the ᴮᴬᴸᴸ ᴿᴼᴸᴸᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴼᴿ trust ᴬᴺᴰ integrity
ᵀᴴᴿᴼᵁᴳᴴ ˢᵂᴱᴬᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ imaginary ᴸᴬᵁᴳᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᴸᴬᵞ ˢᴱᶜᴿᴱᵀˢ ᴵᴺ plain ˢᴵᴳᴴᵀ
ᵁᴾᴼᴺ ᶠᵁᴿᵀᴴᴱᴿ ᴵᴺᵛᴱˢᵀᴵᴳᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ,
ᴬᴿᴼˢᴱ ᵂᴬˢᴴᴱᴰ ᴬᵂᴬᵞ ᴮᴸᴱᴬᶜᴴ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᵀᴬᴵᴺˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᴹᴱᴸᴸˢ of iron
ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴵᴿᴿᴼᴿ ᴵˢ the ᴼᴺᴸᵞ ˢᵁᴿᵛᴵᵛᴼᴿ?
ᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ᴵᴺ ᴵᵀˢ ᶜᴼᶠᶠᴵᴺ ᴼᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᶜᴬᴿᴰᴮᴼᴬᴿᴰ ᶠᴸᴼᴼᴿ ᴵᵀ ˢᵀᴬᴸᴷᴱᴰ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ
ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᴬᴺ ᴬᶜᴱ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ ᴵᵀˢ ᶠᴿᴬᴳᴵᴸᴱ ᴴᴼᴸᴱˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴼᴵᴺ flipped ᴼᴺ ᴵᵀˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᴼᵁᵀˢᴵᴰᴱ them, Fury ᴮᴵᴿᴰˢ ᴳᴸᴵᴰᴵᴺᴳ, ˢᴴᴼᵂᴱᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᴵᶜᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ hail
ᵂᴴᴱᴺ ᵀᴼᴿᵀᵁᴿᴱ ᴿᴱᴬᴷᴱᴰ ᶠᴿᴼᴹ the ᴱᴬᴿᵀᴴ ᴹᴵᴸᴱˢ ᴮᴱᴸᴼᵂ ᴵᴺ ᶠᴵᴿᴱ ᵀᴬᴵᴸᴼᴿᴱᴰ ᵀᴼ ᵀᴴᴱ rain’s ᵂᴵˢᴴᴱˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᴸᴱᴱᵀ'ˢ ᴱᴹᴾᴼᵂᴱᴿᴱᴰ ᶜᴼᵂᴬᴿᴰᴸᴵᴺᴱˢˢ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴴᴬᴵᴸ ᴾᵁᵀ ᴵᵀ’ˢ ᶠᴼᴼᵀ down ˢᴼ ᴵᵀ ᴹᴬᵞ ᶜᵁᴿᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ roads ᶠᴿᴼᴹ ᴵᵀˢ ᴰᴿᴼᵂᴺᴵᴺᴳ
ᴮᵁᵀ ᴵᵀ ᴸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴰ as ᴿᴼᶜᴷˢ,ᶠᴼᴿ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴳᴿᴼᵁᴺᴰ ᵂᴬˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵˢ ᵀᴼᴼ ᴮᴱᵀᴿᴬᵞᴱᴰ ᴮᵞ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴬᵀᴹᴼˢᴾᴴᴱᴿᴱ'ˢ ᴾᴱᴿᴵᴸ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴵᴿᴿᴼᴿ... ᶜᴼᵁᴸᴰᴺᵀ ˢᴬᵛᴱ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ ᴬᴺᵞ ᴸᴼᴺᴳᴱᴿ
They all ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ᴹᴼᴺˢᵀᴱᴿˢ
ᴱᴺˢᴺᴬᴿᴱᴰ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴰᴱᵛᴵᴸ'ˢ ᴾᴵᴺᵀ ᴼᶠ ᶜᴼᴺᶜᴿᴱᵀᴱ ᴹᴬᴰᴺᴱˢˢ
ᴵᴺᵀᴱᴳᴿᴵᵀᵞ ᵂᴬˢ ᴳᴼᴺᴱ
ˢᴼ only ᴿᴱᴹᴬᴵᴺᴱᴰ
ᵀᴿᵁˢᵀ
ᶜᴬᴮᴱᴿᴺᴱᵀ ˢᴾᴿᴱᴬᴰ ᶜᴿᴼˢˢ ᵂᴬᴸᴸˢ
ˢᵀ. ᴹᴬᴿᵀᴵᴺˢ ᴳᴼᴼˢᴱ ᶜᵁᵀ ᴼᴺ ᶜᴿᴬᶜᴷᴱᴰ ᴼᴾᴱᴺ yellow ᴾᴸᴬᵀᴱˢ
ᵂᴼᴿᴺ ᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᴬˢ ᴴᴱᴿ ᴾᴬᵀᴵᴱᴺᶜᴱ
ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴿᵞ ᵂᴱᴮˢ ᴰᴵˢᴾᴸᴬᵞᴱᴰ ᴾᴱᴿ ᴼᴸᴰ ᶠᴼᴿᴳᴼᵀᵀᴱᴺ ˢᴼᵁᴸ
ᵀᴱᴺ ᴼᶠ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀˢ ᵁᴾˢᴵᴰᴱ down
ᶜᴴᴱᴱᴿˢ ᴱᶜᴴᴼᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᵂᴱᴸᵀᴱᴿᴵᴺᴳ
ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴿᴼᴮᴵᴺ ᴴᴼᴼᴰ'ˢ ᴬᴿᴿᴼᵂ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ ᴴᴵˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ
ᵂᴱᴸᴸ ᴹᴬᵞᴮᴱ ᵀᴴᴬᵀˢ ᴬ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ˢᴬᴿᶜᴬˢᵀᴵᶜ
ᴵᴺ ᴴᴵˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ ᴮᵁᵀ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴵᴺ
ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ˢᴼᴮᴮᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴼᴳᴳᵞ ᴱᵞᴱˢ,
ᴬ ᵛᴼᴵᴰ ᴼᶠ ᴮᴸᴬᶜᴷ ᶜᴿᴼᵂˢ. ᴬᴺᴰ ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱᴵᴿ ᴱᵞᴱˢ,ᴰᴬᴿᴷᴱᴿ ᶜᴿᴼᵂˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ;ᴵᴺᴬᴰᴱᵟᵁᴬᵀᴱ ᶠᴸᴱˢᴴ ᴰᴱᴾᴿᴵᵛᴱᴰ ᴼᶠ ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴹˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴺᴼᵁᴿᴵˢᴴᴹᴱᴺᵀ ˢᴼ ᴵᵀˢ ᴵᴰᴸᴱ ᴹᴵᴺᴰ ᶜᴬᴺᴺᴼᵀ ᴴᴬᴺᴰᴸᴱ ᴸᴼᴼᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴿᴼᵁᴳᴴ ᵀᵂᴼ ᴮᴸᵁᴿᴿᵞ ᵂᴵᴺᴰᴼᵂˢ ˢᴴᴵᴺᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴬᴸˢᴱ ᴴᴼᴾᴱ
ᴳᴿᴬᵀᴵᶠᵞᴵᴺᴳ ᴿᴱᴹᴬᴿᴷˢ ᵀᴼ ᴳᴱᵀ the ᴮᴬᴸᴸ ᴿᴼᴸᴸᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴼᴿ trust ᴬᴺᴰ integrity
ᵀᴴᴿᴼᵁᴳᴴ ˢᵂᴱᴬᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ imaginary ᴸᴬᵁᴳᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᴸᴬᵞ ˢᴱᶜᴿᴱᵀˢ ᴵᴺ plain ˢᴵᴳᴴᵀ
ᵁᴾᴼᴺ ᶠᵁᴿᵀᴴᴱᴿ ᴵᴺᵛᴱˢᵀᴵᴳᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ,
ᴬᴿᴼˢᴱ ᵂᴬˢᴴᴱᴰ ᴬᵂᴬᵞ ᴮᴸᴱᴬᶜᴴ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᵀᴬᴵᴺˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᴹᴱᴸᴸˢ of iron
ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴵᴿᴿᴼᴿ ᴵˢ the ᴼᴺᴸᵞ ˢᵁᴿᵛᴵᵛᴼᴿ?
ᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ᴵᴺ ᴵᵀˢ ᶜᴼᶠᶠᴵᴺ ᴼᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᶜᴬᴿᴰᴮᴼᴬᴿᴰ ᶠᴸᴼᴼᴿ ᴵᵀ ˢᵀᴬᴸᴷᴱᴰ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ
ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᴬᴺ ᴬᶜᴱ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ ᴵᵀˢ ᶠᴿᴬᴳᴵᴸᴱ ᴴᴼᴸᴱˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴼᴵᴺ flipped ᴼᴺ ᴵᵀˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᴼᵁᵀˢᴵᴰᴱ them, Fury ᴮᴵᴿᴰˢ ᴳᴸᴵᴰᴵᴺᴳ, ˢᴴᴼᵂᴱᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᴵᶜᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ hail
ᵂᴴᴱᴺ ᵀᴼᴿᵀᵁᴿᴱ ᴿᴱᴬᴷᴱᴰ ᶠᴿᴼᴹ the ᴱᴬᴿᵀᴴ ᴹᴵᴸᴱˢ ᴮᴱᴸᴼᵂ ᴵᴺ ᶠᴵᴿᴱ ᵀᴬᴵᴸᴼᴿᴱᴰ ᵀᴼ ᵀᴴᴱ rain’s ᵂᴵˢᴴᴱˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᴸᴱᴱᵀ'ˢ ᴱᴹᴾᴼᵂᴱᴿᴱᴰ ᶜᴼᵂᴬᴿᴰᴸᴵᴺᴱˢˢ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴴᴬᴵᴸ ᴾᵁᵀ ᴵᵀ’ˢ ᶠᴼᴼᵀ down ˢᴼ ᴵᵀ ᴹᴬᵞ ᶜᵁᴿᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ roads ᶠᴿᴼᴹ ᴵᵀˢ ᴰᴿᴼᵂᴺᴵᴺᴳ
ᴮᵁᵀ ᴵᵀ ᴸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴰ as ᴿᴼᶜᴷˢ,ᶠᴼᴿ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴳᴿᴼᵁᴺᴰ ᵂᴬˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵˢ ᵀᴼᴼ ᴮᴱᵀᴿᴬᵞᴱᴰ ᴮᵞ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴬᵀᴹᴼˢᴾᴴᴱᴿᴱ'ˢ ᴾᴱᴿᴵᴸ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴵᴿᴿᴼᴿ... ᶜᴼᵁᴸᴰᴺᵀ ˢᴬᵛᴱ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ ᴬᴺᵞ ᴸᴼᴺᴳᴱᴿ
They all ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ᴹᴼᴺˢᵀᴱᴿˢ
ᴱᴺˢᴺᴬᴿᴱᴰ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴰᴱᵛᴵᴸ'ˢ ᴾᴵᴺᵀ ᴼᶠ ᶜᴼᴺᶜᴿᴱᵀᴱ ᴹᴬᴰᴺᴱˢˢ
ᴵᴺᵀᴱᴳᴿᴵᵀᵞ ᵂᴬˢ ᴳᴼᴺᴱ
ˢᴼ only ᴿᴱᴹᴬᴵᴺᴱᴰ
ᵀᴿᵁˢᵀ
I was reminded somewhere that poems don’t need to have meaning. The beauty in this poem is that it was not meant to be understandable, so you can read it from down to up or sideways or skip lines and come back to them and they would make sense in their own way for some or not for others. You may even switch words around and switch sentences to find your own meaning in my mess of words that could mean something completely different to others. Maybe, eventually, someone could find meaning in its original form, but it would be fake, a lie to everyone else. At least to me, it would be the truest lie of all.
