Shifting grains of sand
buffeted by waves
of contradiction
ushering in
capitulation
of positions.
Fissures in self
revelatory in their revelation.
Staring down truth
that strange fruit
beckoning on the horizon
opting to
move in retrograde
towards the haze
enveloped in
those lies
that we tell
ourselves.
Failure is a choice – preposterously so.
One
oft to be delegated as
an option.
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