Alibi

How authentic is this truth being shared?

I see it manufacture me and manufacture you.

Eye of holy day grandeur void of the riddle-doused homily.

Soft salmon penetrating through

the sandstorm finds the weather

to be balmy and temperate.

The locked eyes stored the gaze, but found deficiency

in its nucleus. Given wrong key to fastened lock.

Seek solution elsewhere.

In the institution of unknown army. And of unknown origin.

In these bloodlines that are divisible by half and stored in original

seating positions. Never left but always changing.

Nowhere implies somewhere, somewhere else.

Seek solution inward.

Find contempt and let it drip, drip, drip.

You can sing about it tomorrow.

Life is not a stationary cycle driving toward sleep.

No need to redeem the heavily spent secret.

Don’t need the drugs—their narrow strips of territory—to play nice.

Need the perceptible motion and distraction of progress.

You can discolor the agents of change, but do not let them fade.

Now that sounds like a truth worth sharing.