I was a conspiracy someone offered back in the 1990's
20 years later, not a tear had been shed nor a detail changed
Information now accepted as the sun accepts facts and
The Earth could have edges where we blithely fall off
Love calls out, it does not care for the truth and is subsequently drowned out by the sudden division of people - pick the difference
A generation of emigrating strangeness and a decade of single-minded fortitude packed in tightly
The flip of living, from not cared for but reputable to the popular and the acclaimed but not taken seriously
Hopefully, success won't roadblock the hidden knowledge quest
Forcefully remove the integrity of non-fiction research
This is anything that loses credibility after it becomes accepted
Now progress is blocked, the masquerade of worthlessness stays in place
Here's the conflict with certainty not popularly accepted and in jokes that undercut ever knowing what's real and painful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem