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The Empirical Veneers of Decency and Acceptance

It’s funny how perceived intelligence 
Is not necessarily a measure of true smarts 
How the genius, the barrister and the eloquent 
Can miss the point from the very start 

It’s quite bemusing to observe her lack of self-awareness
And confusing to preserve his political correctness
While alluding to conserve the after effects of a man who is relentless
As you are perusing the unheard elements of what’s considered to be contentious 

An oak tree bending under the weight of the wind 
The consideration of the original sin 
A public aberration as she slurs her words on gin 
The complex observation of a life about to begin 

Inspired expressions of unique origination 
Retired regressions of an ageing physiques external co-ordination 
A man inspired by the confessions of a man about to end his degradation 
An electronically wired progression of technological advancement and innovation 

Harmony, precision, convergence of vibrations 
Artfully envisions the re emergence of interstellar configurations
The fervency among the urgency of a myriad of star constellations 
Amidst the certainty that can only be a result of intelligent postulations

The weathered eyes of an elderly woman living alone 
A feathered sigh from the mind of the unconventionally unknown 
The tethered cry of the kind who has intentionally postponed 
The severed high of who signed that chooses to remain unknown 

We choose the pathways of glory and aspire for recognition 
But what about the other story and the original rendition ?
Of one who is inclined to worry about the execution of her vision 
As she feels compelled to say she’s sorry for her constant indecision 

Anonymity, privacy, seclusion and choice
To take proximity to ignomy and amplify your voice 
And in complexity find the simplicity as you express what you rejoice 
As the berevity so explicitly lifts up toward a sky lit hoist 

An anomalous creature on display to public crowds
A preposterous feature of the haughty and the proud 
And then the monsterous teacher who bellows inconsiderately loud
While the consciousness of true preachers expand upon the clouds 

I won’t eject your postulations because they’re your subjective truths 
And I don’t expect that conversations will always revert back to your youth 
But I’ll inspect the indignations of the unrefined and the uncouth 
And reject the conversations that deal in deception and mistruths

The End 
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz 2023
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