Where Truth Lies

patterns become cracks

and

cracks become divided

and

what remains is broken

many faces you never see

many faces I am but you’ll never see

particularly the ones encrypted in this cynical world motivated by criticisms eager to darken light

light that wants to shine so bright and is pregnant with visions

visions of acceptance in need of no revision

doubtless decision

undoubtedly flawless

exuding progress, achievements and success

imagination manipulated, packaged and then sold in photoshops

racks supporting airbrushed images bought and sold in large quantities

replacement qualities exalted above organic properties

hyper critical so hypo-critical

eyes growing larger still, yet never see

would much rather look busy

running circles, never dizzying from the systemic cycle of normalcy

ongoing - no reprieve

breath held - no time to breathe…no time to breathe

production existing in favor of reality existing to detract and retract facts

but to hell with that stay in-formation instead

because facts don’t sell its ever harder to tell where the truth lies