ALL CHANGE

This is terminal:
O such knowing nonsense
Our damned designer rationalising,
What the hell is that anyhow anyway?
Two plus two maybe do make four
But the seeds of the mystery lie
In perceiving how many make five.

Unpossessing imposition
Of desire upon itSelf:
The Shadow thrown never goes away
However fast wherever you may run
Sticking to your Achilles heel
So blindly guarded so guardedly
That tender tendon snaps continuously
Maiming your humanity

The meek might if that they can be
Inherit the Earth:
The mice will not
Sneak in squeaking
Protest demanding
Liberty to be liberteen
Equality that isn't
Fraternity that's fraud

Now we must become
Bigger in Spirit
To Be again.