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Name yourself "Truth"
to mask your lies.
Claiming none can see
without your eyes.
You fear to face inward,
so in words you hide.
But blatant analogy
reveals your disguise.
(Yeah. I blocked that guy.)
Why do I only trust _ ?
Metaphor obscures,
Aesthetic dilutes
intent.

In summer’s garden witness:
A brightening twine,
Along with elder brother,
Two bees fighting.

There,
a battle seemed unnatural.

Toiled once in unison,
But here they tousled.
Buzzing.

Hive and Harmony.
Discordant.
Buzzing.

Efferent corbiculae,
Of twelve legs,
Of a thousand eyes.

A brightening twine.
Two bees fighting.

Their
battle is unnatural.
You got a taste as
The teeth sank in.
A Mouthful of guts.
Spitting Ravenous,
Hungry savage.
Chase em with
the noose tied.
Burn a house down
with a family inside.
No escaping this time.

Sparks. Shatter. Glass.
The hateful gather.
Tongues pointed, lusted.

Mob Justice...

Enjoy! Enjoy!
A distended death cry.
Woke with the taste of blood,
and never know why.

Deny. Deny.
"Got carried away"
"Just a little mistake."
"A good person, I swear."
"You just had to be there."

"The blood. The blood."
"Was all up in my head"
"You didn't hear what they said."
"Guilt is dispersed."
"You can't blame me."
"I'm just one of the many."


Retract. Retract.
Rejects those facts.
"What you saw was fake."
"We were heroes that day."
"Propaganda, you see."
"What was done unto them,
was done unto me!"

Full pardon.

"We were right! We were right!"
"What fire? What night?"
No screams. No bodies.
No guilt in sight.

No Justice.

No.

Just Silence...
What's this, is this a poem?
"A riddle that confounds the modern age:
'I'm a fascist.' What am I?"
written by an anonymous friend.
"When someone shows you who they are, believe them." -Maya Angelou
Looking inward
And feeling down
Doing all this self-searching.

In brainy head
I'm digging 'round
while querulously lurching.

"Self, O' Self,
Cannot you say...
What it is that is that 'I'?"

Answers came,
(but two or three)
And surely didn't satisfy...

So, I peeked that brain
outside my cave,
to see myself externally.

Calamity!
The Earth's aflame!
And someone else has seen me!

I must abscond
in quick retreat,
while abandoning my query.

I shall pivot then,
in mock defeat.
To Escapism, my Sanctuary!
I was gunning for
my sovereignty,
but I didn’t see…
(I was searching for that certainty)

I was running to…
But when I get to you,
Will you still know me?
(How long I’ve journeyed.)

Maybe there’s a way / out,
Maybe there’s a home / some/where.
(buried under here).

Maybe there’s a way / out.
Maybe there’s another / dream.
(not a fantasy).

I see that empty space,
but what would I be...
If I let go?
(Id or Ego?)

I'm holding tight,
to who I've never been.
Why can't I know...
(...they believe in you.)

Maybe there’s a way / out.
Maybe there’s a home / some/where.
(buried under here).

Maybe there’s a way / out.
Maybe there’s another / dream.
(not a fantasy).

Maybe there’s a way / out / side / of / me.
Abandon all ye subtext
all them who dare enter there.

They do deserve to be picked apart,
not to be danced around.

Look a Neo-Fascist in the eye
and tell them who they are.

Make them Sieg Heil
as many times as it takes
for them to know
they actually mean it.

Like a little child who
smokes a pack of cigarettes.
They're gonna like it
or *****.
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