Sweet Kisses

These truths smash upon my conscious, unconscious
A ferocity, untamed and unchallenged by a series of bleak mistakes
But I would like to disagree, most profoundly and in a manner most epic
Set my hand upon the table and let the thoughts escape
For these truths are not held to be self evident
Instead, in a visceral slash of gracious communal action we incessantly pull back this marvelous

Marvelous curtain, against which we struggle
Marvelous enemy against which we wage a war most unholy
Marvelous speech slowly descending into the vernacular as we lose ourselves in the fog of another late night

We walk these structured streets with minds unstructured
Strolling past alleys and brick and mortar and trash cans
Occupied with the questions that our grand designer himself could not muster the courage to ask
Forcing fear upon us
While you fear the unknown, I fear the known more than I care to admit

These truths, killing me slowly like sweet kisses.