Our Faces

Release tumbling in questions,
Of ceaseless crumbling simulations,
Of yes or no answers,
Of truth be told or lies in bold,
Of confirmation or conflagration,
Of previously preconceived notions.

Is judgement sought after
When attention is asked for,
Is judgement’s existence nullified
In the ones that fuel acceptance.
While it unanimously cries
To prove us otherwise;
Hideous wiles for the sake
Of intoxicated inflations
Of cognitive function.

Is the search located in that space
Of scathing moral bastions
Catapulting inculpating
Tar smothered boulders
In our faces.

While the wielders
Hold the answers.

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