Thursday, November 10, 2016

might is still right

twisting proverbial elbows into submission,
locked down and bent breaking under the weight
between the mighty and their righteousness,
the thought this is different from shifts of planes,
from the concrete to the abstract,
new boundaries and rules to abide by,
buried underneath what we convinced ourselves of,
building blocks into the tallest tower until it dawns on no one 
that they've only changed their course to parallel avenues
driving towards the same destination,
that were somehow more civilized
than apes pounding their chests
roaring the loudest,
tossing our metaphysical shit at each other,
climbing hierarchies for alpha dominance

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