Rebel Faction
truth is in fact an unreality
and unattainable
often outrageous and will
make you or your self image crazy
if turned into a fetish
the object being in every case
to avoid compulsion
the future expands infinitely
we know this self evidently
what else do we know self evidently
the rules of self evidence
come to mind in a fog
you burn fog with sunlight
whose vehicle am I
speak up if it won't
get you killed
this is where the steam pipes hiss
and demons prowl
but know their own
and in fact are capable of learning
migrations are history as writ
migrations are trouble for the archivists
but in electric terms
things ease a bit
a bit the size of Texas
what can be described
but what has been perceived
and judged and pigeonholed
acorns in the woodpecker's hole
birds are dinosaurs you must admit
six hundred million years
right in front of your face
forget that and swim in offal
there is a picture for our heads
that may well and truly
cause mass bedlam among the learned
it is of the first mammal
ever
finding a mate was a problem
therefore we are miraculous
and misevaluate everything
that's why the long faces
and a pale sense of beauty
Copyright © Walter Alter | Year Posted 2022
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