Sideline On The Artifice - Poem by Joanne Kearsey
By saying less you are speaking too much in words that can never be described,
It has become a halfway house between truth and fiction from the illumination of nothing more than the moon.
Into this space,
Life will come with the bombs ignored by any and all human suffering,
As the image is captured without thought or reason.
Thinking too much about preserving the human in in-human times,
Believed under jurisdiction of law to be precise with clarity and justice,
It breaks down from within to fall undone from the inside out.
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