We all like different things and a
Coal-black diamond Democracy.
We study humans and the
Misunderstanding of an inquiring mind.
Something more and
Something like a sneer are kept
Under lock and key.
I’ve been
Surviving inches away from life
Like a perpetual bad hair day
That’s my death’s story.
Interior castles crumble singing a
Song for the broken.
I believe in love and old fashioned responsibility,
But what would I know about that.
Here's my life lived in whole years.
Sanctuaries are quiet even as
A million voices scream for
One more round.
Is life an educated guess or
Is the answer in the footnotes?
The next big thing is often
Foolish.
By the way,
Who is the hegemonic “they”?
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