Incite Fuels
How frequently we find that, with a change of lexicon and perspective, we have spent ages trading volleys not realizing we were simply furiously agreeing all along. The distance from tirade to trade is scarcely an I.
Are we to a one
More divided over our words
Than under standing them
It’s a very different game
When you’re punching up
Than when you are patting down
Too often insight and incite
Seethe world as a pair rent
While empathy is a practice
Love is a residence
Sympathy a scant nod
Lust a swift essence
Better to be a grow flake
Than a know flake
This is a fundamental error
In the seats of power
It is where the assumption
Meets the rode.
The futile and the politic -
Calmer karma is a chameleon
Having left it out of the mix
It may abide until a ladder day feint
It may abrade the tryst
That binds the wrist
It may bask until the steel
It may be witnessed by its won day prints
A bride with a die to cast future in a lava rage.
The trued abides.
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