the human agency

what we ignore tends to shape our fate

curses can never lie

a door with many locks

big glass windows all around

tricked into mistrust and

the general anything offered up to

high fructose gods

they (we) can be and have been

so mislead as dishonor allows

and then some

making velvet hats

and declaring his ignoble royalty

the emperor is naked

what would you insist on were you leading?

I can see it on you like a creature

oh for clouds of willing bullshit

I would not give a good horse

but instead ride into forests

where there is no human idiocy

beyond my own

insignificant amount

yielding easily vastly outnumbered

by the myriad harmonies

to the definition of tangible impossibilities

in an owning captured scenario

inherent to water, air

and the everchanging truth

let's be clear and flow

it's now the season of the wind singing

it's own name

and ice melting