never safe from peril.

one clean line
one perfect sentence
one story that makes a reaction
                that is not disgust.
My fear of reduction is that
                 all simplifications are a failure
propaganda closes mind
art opens them
when you see that
                       all this...
                             everything, everyone is
                an answer, not a question.
reframe reductions
             as an infinity symbol
                                does away with math.
acceptance is the heart of a sound mind
                  progress of purity an illusion
                         the sign on the door
                              "all unnecessary
                             information is welcome"
necessity is the blood mortar of a civilization
      passing through a filter
             that may end all life
                   in a mushroom cloud
 I write trivial things
             with ambition
                     that what I see
                            is beauty in every
                                 breath that was wasted
trying to survive the indignity of coercion.
              of loss in taking what is a gift
       because purity is the vocabulary
                of a master and none of us
                                           should be property.
I won't have poetry
          I won't find a way
                 to remove disaster from my art
                       it is in failure that we are lead to
                                                       acceptance
the judgment that leads to grace
     though we are never safe from peril
              never truly safe.