An Insistent Denial of Truth (in all it's insistent interpretations)
Must remember're'call when the medicine
Where I'd lost our imprimatur, it's the first step toward the
freed'm of need, and
a ratified wanting, in
a spectacle of ranting.
Be'Damned if it hasn't begun storming, catacombs being the
only shelter from piercing
electricity. A feeling
of some sickly
welcome welcome welcome
began to radiate from
an untelling source in this tunnel of
bone. (this could be the night
needn't behave as if (you are) true in this place, as there is no true engagement.
Just wonderment at the efficacy of truth being the birthing
place of every delusion I've ever dared to be bearing.