There’s no dope
for the illusionists of this world
anymore.
No joke left for the Tricksters
and no way out
for the escape artists.
We’re all sealed up,
all sober minded,
straight laced
and held fast
to the strictures of the ceded lie.
There was a time before,
when deceit was the sole exception,
the simulation was inside
and we could work our way out,
honestly,
unimpeded.
How many times
did we ignore
the warnings?
How many times
did those wild and untamed madmen
beg us to look
and see and act,
but no;
we were enamoured
of our own devices.
Enamoured so,
that we didn’t see
that the lie was taking hold,
twisted in our minds,
just enough,
that when confronted with evidence,
we obfuscated,
or all but approved of it.
In time,
the snake and chain
sunk its teeth in
and wrapped its links
around us.
Locked in,
poisoned
and not even aware of it.
The world was good,
but there was evil in it
and now,
we must be
or at least try to be,
the good in the world.
The whole world, now
is a lie.
It’s what it is.
And those who speak Truth
and those who do work
and those who help,
in spite of the lie,
are never vanquished;
The Truth lives on,
made sanctified
against the fist of the almighty liar.
Chosen ones
speak light
in to the darkness.
Magicians,
trying their tricks,
their escapes,
their jokes;
they are truths, now
in this new tyranny,
but the illusionist,
the escape artist
and the comedian
suffer under it.
Divine science
and the proof
that we are real,
but the world is not;
it’s only a child’s game.
So we play,
Snakes and Ladders,
under a sky
lit with far off truths
and learn to speak
without a hint of a lie.
HG – 2018
