hal.ucinate
a full stop out of place
point well and listen with me
are you sure about your certainty?
that fear that
what you know to be true
is not the good kind of lie
like a rose tinted lens might
that fear that fools
into self evidence
and by folly forget ourselves
mother said so after all
it’s just what you have to do
father too
when you sing a sad song
“where is your hope?”
what i know to be true
is that the inside is full of .error
so the outside ever more
for we leak from our insides out
like jump scares to shadow conclusions
what i know to be true
is that i fear self the most
and that is fear’s place
of proper respect
for authority lives
where truth resides
conserved on whole
we leak from our insides out
to that place where we abandon ourselves for love
to that place where we hurt because—
to that place where doubt is different from
your authoritative uncertainty
not needy
unwanting
the truth of its matter
irreducible
speaks for itself
self evident by nature
the ends of folly
so please yourself in unknowing
fear’s proper place
that one thing
your pupil cannot see
the log
that is me
that is me
