~ exploding Pandemic, escalated racism, failed fascist coup in U.S.~
I gaze forlornly
‘cross pooled hatred
through diseased vert curtain’s fall
at a fractured mirror’s reflection
of a waking nightmare
a glaring hallucination
a pulsing passion play
of a polarized reality
dual worlds
close enough to touch
but too far apart to engage
through which truth
stumbles blind
beyond reach
or reason
or connection with either
walking as wraiths
through fevered empty streets
moving in these worlds
captive to the bone-white lies of both
implicit in their toxic grins
of inflexible conformity
lethal tradition
revered in mindless trance
change
shackled to the stone of fear
with a grip rough as rope
change
bound at the shadowed edge
of dark and light
plague and cure
repression and justice
ignorance and knowledge
change
bruised
disillusioned
but possible
so beckon the dawn
summon the morn
there is far to go
and much to learn
rising from this dark night
someone needs first
release the light
perhaps torchbearers emerge
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