Posted: May 7, 2010 in Just Stuff, Poetry

Eventually it’s show and tell,up and down;the rigidity of right and wrong,and never the rich mystery in between. Arcane conclusions drawn from mediocrity or at best conceived by half-witted charlatans. In retrospect it all smirks of repugnant ideologies,stagnant beliefs that motion’s lips have not for a mere second kissed. Inertia over progress and the sickening complacency touted by those who glorify what is, over what could be…

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