you,
boisterous hermit--
you hide behind yourself
with every stubborn intention
like some pragmatic god
faced with a sinner's redemption.

i hear you.
i hear your sputtered fallacies
costumed as steely arrogance.
tell me your lies
and i'll tell you silence.

04/27/2011

Posted on 05/01/2011
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