we all wear the wardrobe of life circumstances
meticulously fashioned by every myopic means
in front of the mirror of self-reflection
now and then
but nonetheless the signage in the protest of form
itself exists
we, as those placards, are animated
and yet subdued into reason
even if that only means a lighter grip and less waving
yes, there are the carving tools
of understanding and reason at work
the chainsaw of prejudice is in waiting
the unresolved is on the comeback trail within
and forever the chase continues
as if the next moment’s fill needs adjusting
yet empathy invented the sponge and the soothe
we are yet to discover
that the syntactics of reasoning are clearly at fault
so what is the fall-back system
that still allows for separatism to be the home rule?
is it that we search for likeness
by noticing the differences?
if we get a match,
are we still not plagued
by our methods of confirmation?
if someone completes us,
is that not a strain of false dependency
and our minds are ever ordering from their menu?
is unsaidness ever its worth
if its meaning is unexplored? . . .
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