of communion
wistfully arise
when you learn
to place our trust
in the wisdom of the
mysterious unfolding
instead of the lies,
to make sure
that within the
deepest recesses
of our minds
we’re thinking
for ourselves,
not beholden.
this dream
but not choking
on propaganda
of the cult of woke,
even still we feel the
weight of its
metaphorical yoke,
when we realize this
we’ve all won, game over
and the ladies and lords
who write the script
of the next con
will become
much more sober,
they are ticking off
at such a rapid clip,
each minute the
sanctity of our
collective mind space
takes another dip,
disinformation and
negativity spill
from their lips,
dragging us down,
as they choose yet
another name from
their scroll of enemies,
infinite enemies.
Be well and make the most of this day. Thank you for reading!