some people nurture the lie
others choose to be deceived
from dishonest to dumb
what a way to survive for a day
among the floods of hell
go places blind
unable to read the script between the lines
critter folded in mud stuck for another bottom life
warnings fell on deepwater
signs
you will never know
which future has drowned and
which future still floats on the surface of silence
to keep you down
to make you forget your fantasy
to make you never touch
neither blue nor white of the clouds above
perception
dreams
I say
you are being moved to trash by the upper hand
tossed into cultivated dirt
made grow spikes to respond to pain
grow horns
grow sick with the disease
this unfamiliar ground has poisoned every root
you drank liquid future with
is it true
no plant
escapes this gardener unharmed?