Revelation waits in the heart
perhaps once slumbering in the past
now perception has arrived
to ask too much from the now
stepping from the normative
boundaries meant to protect
come with too high a price
for the ones who compromise
identity of the true self
becomes indulgence of the mind
in the battle for safe domain
when passing was once safe
the world would like for the same
continuance of what came before
it could care less for the change
now required for sanity
passing becomes the option shorn
seen as the perfect lie
all said to true if a soul
allows the truth to be ignored
still revelation will have its day
the world be damned in aftermath
when the reality is revealed
to the shock of verity.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190608.
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