How the waves crash in variables that nearly no one hears.
How the absence of light might seem like blackness.
How distraught the choice between pity and piety makes me.
How the earth slips between fingers no matter how tightly grasped.
How the only one who knows the future does not exist.
How deception is the most common form of perception.
How endless nights relapse.
How complacency is satisfying in that it lets you enjoy decay.
How a chisel marks the bones of the slowest animal.
How ears torn off may be sewn back on in passing.
How the claws of a sloth may scratch the bark forever until the sap sinks into a pool of lust for finishing eternity.
How the white is dying.
How the centrifuge is leaking acrid waste.
Smoke rings sliding from a serpent’s lips. Waiting to say another unloaded lie. What is the point, if it is all fake? Is it a game we play? Who among you is not fooled by wisdom? Appease us please. Sustain a welfare state. Watch the semen trickle down Ronald Reagan’s wrinkled chin. Pump more juices into senility. Masturbate in the oval office. Remove the soft, expensive suit and run your fingers along the bumpy, frail spine that has glued together this confused nation.
Lick behind his ears. Taste the veins popping out, revealing the money beneath the skin. The sickish green linen overcomes his body. He becomes those symbols. He tricks masses into idolatry. He has changed from human into a symbol of silently devolving sludge. Is it right to kill him? Is it right to do anything? This is not about right it’s about wrong. If he can self-justify his indirect slaughter of countless innocents, there is no question, then, whether he should be made nonexistent.
This death is freedom. Although taking his life does not change order. It strengthens the minority in power who implement the actual mainstream. If you can be proactive and accomplish this feat, then do it, but do not become a martyr for anything. He will only twist your words. Hundreds of years will pass before justice can run its course, perhaps, yet immediate liberation is desirable, and we are not a species capable of quenching wants. Outlive the diseased and escape this planet. There are other beings more cautious than you or I. Wait for them. You will be indulged.
However, the choice may rise up in you.