Talk to me

Talk to me

Without rancour

In real-time

Before symptomatic

Plunder

Takes away the reason

For a metaphor

Plainly spoken

Steal my thunder

It is not worthy

Of your attention

When the detail

Of which you are certain

Is not revealed

Without a curtain

Coming down

On the performance

Of our lives

Give me time

To solve the riddle

Of my position

In the charts

Before the stars move

Further in the sky

Realigning universal truths

Retrograde amnesia

Astronomical

Dyskinesia

Earthly tremors

Displacing all the wisdom

Of the ages

With the politics

Of chaos

Bearing down

On the apostate

Dying to conform

Praying for belief

When there is none

Other than the notion

Of self-interest.