He was made
Of dark stuff composed
Searching for lightness
of matter
To lift the veiled guise
of truth
Misunderstood and maligned
By those who
Would crush
in abject fear
Mirrors unflattering to
Carefully composed image
Irreverent of formalities of structure
and coherence
Plying their innocence
On flagpoles of disgust
Not caring to consider
Alternate tributaries
Branching
In rivers of
Turbulent human
Experience.
~ Laurence Overmire
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