Pretend.

We pretend
That the human
Animal
Is not so
Animal –
More civil
More Godly
More intellect;
We pretend
That the human
Heart
Is not so
Hearty –
Not made to be
Opened,
Not meant to ever
Beat outside
It’s careful cage
Of controlled rage
And Love
Which rages
Like anything else
Animal.
We pretend
That our
Choices
Matter –
That we have
A say,
That we may
Shape from this
Earthly sludge
From whence we still
Crawl,
Anything of
Significance.
We pretend
Hoping
That if we pretend
Hard enough
The bedtime
Stories
We soothe ourselves
With between the
Hours that span
Between 11′ and 12′,
Will somehow
Spring to life
In a waking life
We pretend to
Fill with dreams
Whilst waiting
For some
Thing
That
Matters.

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