the ends are justified as
long as the means are true,
but it happens not often here
as we are all but forgotten
and the price we paid was
our long overdo salvation,
leaving the rest to history as
the winners write their stories.
18 November 2020
Thinking
one by one
our thoughts
march silently
through synapses
of our minds,
lingering
and loitering in
realms they
don't belong,
taking bitter
with sweet
as if some kind of
Oriental soup,
too hot to taste
mentally and
too spicy to
diminish
with rice,
letting the savory
flavor flow freely
through all
doubts and
surrenders until
ready to appear
in unison
and mark this
day much more
violently than
it had begun.
18 November 2020
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