Look, There is nothing to see
“A whole wide world
An endless universe
Yet, we keep looking
Through the eyeglass In reverse
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In different circles
We keep holding our ground
Indifferent circles
We keep spinning round and round”
Rush “Territories”
– Neil Peart
Nothing to protest
Caught up in nothing
Nada, zilch, zip, zero
Less than nothing
Like the content of the man
Empty, substance-less, a void
Which is not to say, he does
Not need, desire and deserve
Lots of love and compassion
(That’s what I’d need in those shoes)
Perhaps, just not the attention he gets
Save the rest for his visitations in prison
Heard a broadcast of people protesting
Trump’s tumultuous transgender tweet
Making mockery of military malevolence
And I am thinking. WHY ?? It’s a tweet.
It is not policy, The generals rejected it.
The base loved it, regardless of outcome
Nothing changed. No thing. Know that.
Recycle, repeat, Alter, recycle, repeat
He didn’t serve, His enlistment deferred.
It was a technological Tourette typing .
Like a tick turding on a tree in Texas
Bringing applause to vile excrement
If lights and cameras were shined
On that pesky pine poop producer
His insatiable ego would keep going
Thinking his stool, sniffed, smells special
For in the oneness of the greater all
There are parts of me that are him
Likewise parts of him that are ye
All of which is the collective us
The optics are based on a slight of hand
Perceived illusion is what we make it
Properly ignored will make it go away
Or addressing it within ourselves, it’s gone
I particularly love that first stanza.
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