fx
imagination
leads us to places untouched
by special effects.
so much
so much to explore
so much still undiscovered
so much left to know
expeditious folly
in search of answers,
speed must never take the place
of accuracy.
memorial
remember the past,
but always strive to ensure
it won’t be wasted.
calibration
there may be millions
screaming disparate orders;
I only hear you.
dawn textures
I miss the beauty
of rural-scented mornings
and bird serenades.
compass
I’m just admiring
that gyroscope of a soul
leading you along.
indignant
I want to blame you
but I have my own mirror
so I know better.
free will
God’s more reluctant
than some of His followers
to force compliance.
forever and/or a day
almost a lifetime
since the sunrise erupted
over the skyline.
members of the oppressive regime
the feminist poet was raging
against the means of men
and all their oppressive organs,
against the fantasy life that seems
to have inspired some lurid assault
on her - or someone very close.
the vulgar depictions, the nicknames
gleaned from schoolyards past,
littered her passionate missive,
the tone of which left me resentful,
wanting to blame her for such a
bitter, blatant over-generalization,
while still retaining indignation
for the men who inspired it.
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