Living in the ever-want wardrobe
of contentious superlatives,
comparative truth
is a bloodthirsty consensuality.
Sweat equity is living for proof.
Polarization is
an end game imprisonment.
The self-story
is a rationalizing driver.
Audience as an affirmative activity,
generates meaningfulness
as a milling and honing device.
Deep breaths are
a survival mode necessity.
Communication is
a leveraging device,
for apparent friendship
to provide for, either
excuses as a venting
or proof of worth as a means.
Inwardly overhearing oneself
debate undecipherable dreams
that are in contrast
to the superlative life
one imagines for oneself,
is really as endless job
of self involved in a self-scrutiny
that is a never ending
justification job interview . .
Superlatives,
much like perfection,
are a myth-full enterprise
of living outside of oneself
by the perceived
collective values of others . . .
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