483 Readings


having to put on a persona
is no way to run a culture

the scent sent south is inheritance foul;
you wonder why more don’t throw in the towel.

what i will or won’t accept
does not change, though my sanity’s left;

a drumroll, please, as fighters approach,
and my past is stuck in my throat.

my dreams nothing but logic tricks
and nightmares nought but flaws that stick;

distraction knows no lapse; it just keeps beating,
and history, displeased, is always repeating.

eternity is just an inside joke,
and we weren’t there when Divinity spoke.

Posted 02/06/11