Saturday, September 13, 2014

Zero Solus

Nothing makes people
Like hypocrisy.
We can't acknowledge
How few our options--

To be enlightened
Requires a pretend
Transformation or
Too much solitude.
Our social selves hate

Something or someone,
Serene as we seem.
The world of mind sticks
In our bloody brains
And won't let us be

Too simply. We are
Creatures who make love
Out of carnal need.
We are bad at bone,
Or at least all weak.

We can accept things
And fail place or show.
We can compete to be,
Be good, be redeemed,
Fine hypocrisies.

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