Deathpoem's Web of Tangled Thoughts - Poetry - Mantra

Mantra

Aren't we all the chimera
locked into our shell,
covered with public shellac?
When we said that the world
would end and spray us
with the truth, did we
not shy away, making
our confessions...
preying for the best?
The dusky few found our prevarications
with no shame,
and learned to mold them to thier cause.
But we stand back here, and admire,
create,
and prevaricate too
for fun.
While the rest of the world scrambles around
preying for a cheap answer
with saturday morning sugarcane
and sunday morning "epiphanies,"
we'll sit back and relax,
enjoying the ride...
-2/15/98

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