The Ascendant ~ Tuesday, July 1, 2025

I am in no way, shape, or form a lamb

a lion, a wolf, or a hawk, a snake
maybe but I agree with just one claw

in the air, raised high to the sky, a clam
not so fast, my life might not last so long

not so long as others, just a half-baked
old world hare-brained pipe dream to break the law

work until I die, no retirement scheme
ask for help, assistance, play a sad song
yet, what do I care, already I feel

so tired, this life, so absurd, I try
how I try to make sense, nothing is real
arbitrary, intangible, I cry
pitiful tears in pain, explain the dream
explain mythology, explain science

objects to structure the chaos in mind
restructure history, present the lies

facets on a diamond, adjust the fence
old tariffs raised, raise prices, raise the bar
raze past events, the truth as lies, I find
maybe buried in a shallow grave, spies

ancient forms of oppression, I present

language as a tool to describe the scar
ask me not to perform a miracle
millions will seek a cure, a debacle
brilliant phoenix, rise from this world, ascent

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