an absurd vaudeville
that aspires to dignity
yet flails in the shallows.
A tired cliche
of dog eat dog.
To grasp the sceptre
of manufactured power,
to attain the status
of superior illusion.
In to this,
this chaos
born, lived, died
He spoke truth
masked in riddles
that those blinded
by their own clawing fingers
may never see,
truth told in story
offered freely
costing everything

(Written: 22.III.17)
This was the first poem I ever publicly shared to a wider audience of more than one person. It was the first to be analysed as part of a poetry series. A very strange moment, reading back what someone reads into words yo have written. 


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