Narratives controlled

with sleight of hand while cameras 

roll all reek of spew

A slow drip of truth 

can't stand up to a tidal

wave of distortion 

Sometimes I like to 

say the least with the biggest 

amount of words (damn!) 

Reliquaries for

dreams delayed soon rust and crack, 

letting hope seep out 

From the mountaintop 

one can see them coming to

burn everything down 

Mazes and phases

you wandered through blindly towards 

some new horizon 

Raise a broken glass 

to our shattered psyches 

and the lost causes