Pathways

Trod forward, along the banks of sandy beaches
trod along the shells of abandoned ebbs.
The salty water holds the tears of a million strong
as they fall gracefully onto your feet as if to say politely

Clean the Mrs. cloth: dirty she is with the gluttons
clean her thoroughly; the wine, the blood, the laughs.
The linen doesn't dry to the reflection of gold upholstery
no matter son, we can use her again and again til she

Wipe those tears, they do not belong amongst the righteous
wipe the abortive mess you made outside the church steps.
The baby had just begun to inquire about your name
and we judged you before you had a chance to

Explain to the masses why you speak so eloquently
Explain to them why they stand transfixed to your words.
Like snakes to the maddening tunes of the snakecharmer
the sheeps of societal progress flock to the sound of the

Deafening. Thousands bleed from the ears in silence-
bleeding to the resonance of induced marginalism.
Sing, dance rejoice in numb, ill-defined acquiesce
The louder you are, the more your lies become the truth.

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I see you beyond the decaying moss
dangling the loose leaf of hope
You hold forth the twitching roots
a single tear falls to bring life to the shrubs.
The arid soils of attrition begin the feast
to undress the naked soul of life
the canopy bends in harmonic implosion
as I drop the vermillion dagger to the ground.