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To your point
I feel like
It is important
To negotiate space
From this world’s
insanity
To avoid
Is nothing short of a violence
To filter
Is the solution
Of the obvious
To develop
A stomach
For the lies & delusions
Of the self aggrandizers
Is the act
Of revolution
To position
In relation
To every side.
I can’t see you
But I know
You are here.
I feel it.
You have been
Hanging around
Since I got here
I wish I could
See your face
Look into your eyes
And when
The world
Stopped
You disappeared.
Two fold.
I am alone again.
The circus
Left town
Possibly never
To be heard
From again.
People aren’t television
shows us
how the real shit
Gets worked out
Even in reality
Everything is staged
One has to manage
Projecting one’s expectations
Onto others
And then negating
Them the time
To understand
Is in itself
Its own form of myopia
Hence why
So little trust
For those
Who are close
To their family
Saying everything
Is going to be fine
When we all know
The planet is broken
Like opening one’s
Relationship
In reaction to disconnect
Will be the panacea
You listen with your ear
And feel with your eyes
Lying to yourself
Even when you’re not
Word to the Wise
And its
A no brainer
When
Bitch Slayer
Wants to airdrop
You photos
On the subway
You just say
No.