oddly enough, nowdays,
i can become tearful yet still
look you straight in the eye
and known your name,
and know it well enough
whether i should shed anger, happiness
or apathy pronunciating it -
and thus claim it to be worth a handshake:
or the touching of two bodies in fathomed
alienation of two mothers’ despair:
were one becomes a devolved son in fact,
and the other becomes an elevated liar:
to then expect a justice as exploitation
of what could have been written in the given exception
more understood as un-necessarily
confused with what was required to enter the
oceanic depths of the magic trick, and thus
submerged into confusion enforced.
