I can’t reconcile my decision.
It’s impossible to comprehend, this mental division.
Ignore my silent support for the notion,
the miraculous claims of this brand new potion.
We seem to judge with omniscience the thing,
which we regard with total indifference.
With itchy trigger fingers guarding self- destruct systems,
the occupation has become the illness not the symptom.
I see myself walking on water.
Then I see my reflection,
appearing so distorted.
I must abort the idea that this is reality.
A fork in the road, forced at gun point to behold
the results of the choices I forgot I made.
Bring back the statutes of decency to this place
or we will live to see its’ last days.
I conclude that this must be a dream
because reality has never been so kind.
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