Shh. They rouse easily with tin ear to mercy and platitude
They see the real you.
Quickened by passion and pain
Unanswerable, surrealistic chimeras screech and caterwaul for duped curiosity
That's why you've been dismissed.
You are the sum of your choices.
Their mad yawp heard before the release of sleep and dream, after preoccupying activity
Why beasts crack their skulls on rocks
A constant reminder my dreams won't come true.
Turned, warped and trasmuted: our heads held high in the gallows
What if God...
Can a mite shake the whole world?
only accepts beautiful souls...
Nauseous conflations unbound by honor, feckless dialectic, humanity untried, unknown
the way men choose beautiful faces?