Countess
11-09-2005, 06:48 PM
My life is built on
red herrings and strawman arguments,
a house of cards
carefully crafted out of
willful denial and partial lies
with each placard placed
precariously atop its skewed foundation.
A gentle gust from the vacuous pit
spitting its bitter indifference
threatens my sophisticated
artistry, and in horror of reckoning
the possibilities, I strive to protect
from utter wreck my precious investment:
that delicate balance of authenticity
and self-deception
so crucially contrived that is
self-evident, but nevertheless
still required for me to believe.
red herrings and strawman arguments,
a house of cards
carefully crafted out of
willful denial and partial lies
with each placard placed
precariously atop its skewed foundation.
A gentle gust from the vacuous pit
spitting its bitter indifference
threatens my sophisticated
artistry, and in horror of reckoning
the possibilities, I strive to protect
from utter wreck my precious investment:
that delicate balance of authenticity
and self-deception
so crucially contrived that is
self-evident, but nevertheless
still required for me to believe.