The Future Writhes

Once truth is judged delusion,

 we choose the lesser of two lies

 

Abandoning that voice unheard,

 stillborn—a baby cries

 

The ideal in dark remission,

 all hope now cast in flames

 

Making bargains with the Devil

  —as the future writhes in pain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

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