“Lying is just Telling the truth Backwards.” “But are you not upside down?”


“Lying is just Telling the truth Backwards.” “But are you not upside down?”

Considering the contrast, Of how our differences are cut, We are still closer Than if we were not.

Postcards from an Alternative Weather Report.

There was no mirror big enough, To hold the image Of an outside in man.

Determined in a scale flat, Was that it mattered not Which was true, And which was fact.

The tales of A borrowing inventor, Is finding that disjointed Connections Upon messy inspections Fix all of other people’s Lesser […]
Ostentation in defense, Regarding of losing us As market discount, A marked recount Marketed for the cost On the exchange […]

Being disavowed in scope Is for silent conversation Within the endless Configuration Of a choiceless Determination.

Surely in the hunger We hunt for more, And they relearned For all the better, That the hunting Be returned […]

Is there a guise of war, Of simplicity in life Before human, And there after No more?