The blister erupts
Boils scrum
What is this infection
We spew?
The obsolescence
A manufactured
Distortion,
Would we
Grasp
This
In
The light of
Truth?
What is truth?
When the later day
Social constructs blind
Our insight
We will be once and
Forever
Bereft
Grief strangled
Upon a shore
Of our own drowned
Vision.
