omission - poem

lie through omission

beat into submission

move into position

pass the ammunition

incorrigible unconvinced unswayed delusional committed enflamed engulfed uncanny I persist past points of mercy I am the inherent vice and the turning point that sends you back to the axis of the circle

can a sunny day be sorrowful?

behold a vista of gravestones in bright sky

shades of yellow and orange and love

tickling the mournful faces

in transit and disdain

the daily grind, absorbing all beauty

shitting out the mundane

heartbroken drones with dead-end jobs

in stellar crisp light

while children in parks laugh

every blooming flower becomes spiteful

so what do you think?

can a sunny day be sorrowful?

and can the dark night be a herald of joy?

behold a vista of laughter and rain

puddles and storms

teenagers laughing

grey skies, and the white purr of clouds

washing all the noise away

fixers getting their fixes

cabbies telling jokes

as the wheels of the cars

splash bystanders that giggle to eachother

movie theatres full and clubs booming

yet rare silence encircling all commotion

as the periphery hums and modulates

noisy and quiet all at once

the nightly perpetuating paradox

as the chill and cold and gravel

cohort in the minds of men

can a dark cold night be joyful?

can a warm sunny day be sorrowful?

the drama of the human persuasion

is the tragedy of being victims of perception

it is why we uncounciously seek manipulation

in hopes of some sort of standardisation

gaslight me, my love, my life, my heart

I whisper to her beyond my blackout curtains

in anticipation of the final call

I thread the ground of shattered autonomy

and I remember that there is no universality

victims of our perception

so feeble and fragile and frail

accidental instruments of loneliness

these pieces of flesh under duress

it's just why I've decided not to stress.

(anymore)