let what must be said
be said
said well
this is an age of twisted meanings
messages and narratives crafted
sly and secret campaigns of the mind
then so they always were
you’d like to see it black and white with that cult you’re in
not a shred of gray in that lovely little ideal world you imagine we came from
the imaginary one you wish to build again
but it ain’t so
you exploit the narrative for your own truth
it ain’t so, sister
your experts can fuss about with their talk
it helps you look away
I’m sorry for your hardness that seeks to put your fine little world in a bubble
it ain’t so
I will use my words
use them well
call out the abundant garbage that shape-shifts in your mind
try to have a bit of compassion instead of looking away
*the botanical garden, LA*