To the proud, you are minus three,
And it’s simple, the founding of trees,
It combines attitude and willpower, coming in,
Going out and creating habitat, declaring property,
How foolish is that?

The one day, you see,
It’s not that we’re blind, it’s that we refuse,
To admit a fuck up, or bind the other with misfortune-
It’s a race of rats, but cannot be the rat because it’s cute,
We are ugly juxtaposed to be with a smile,

Because it’s kinder when the face is traditionally ugly,
It is nicer to be disgusted by your own attitude and perception,
To admit the let-go were so simple, if we just forced ourselves to choke on our disgust,
To instead push light through eyes of the mistaken, the forgotten,
The never were it so powerful when it was never around,
It was never called, it came within the night and took the woman away,
To a star called Eon, and it made place for her bosoms and buttocks,
Where she was never defiled again but promoted to lead with her ugly smile,
Because we all knew there was something that had to want her

I wanted to feel the want but it’s faced at myself,
I see different ‘want’ faces, but I pardon myself in-between them,
Because my alibi was that I got caught in-between,
I was shoved into the riot, pushed many directions, but I warranted myself by my rights,
I did not want this for you or me, I was in cross-fire,
I was what made the bullets hit and ricochet off themselves,
What force is more powerful than hard force, is it soft force?
It is of greater degree, it is spoken reality, this event shapeshifting,
Discuss of it, make a memory of it, because the force I speak of is passive,

Like your subtle attention, my observation of your decisions,
I choose to be rectified, God-given grace,
May the Most High find comfort in me, knowing I love greatly,
And I will die alone in the world knowing this fact in advance,

Was it a great life? No, it was good. It was good enough to be broken,
Because it damn sure made better art when destroyed and recrafted.
This revitalization of effort of words aligns my spine, I see through you,
My mystery is glamourous but respect the alibi, because to accuse me of bad intent,
Is like me leaving you alone in mystery, I won’t give you mouth I fear I will curse,
I am much-controlled, a silent handshake, deny your ‘free-will’ of choosing to oppose me,
My friendly will is a Protector, I am guided by source of love, a love that grew in humanity,
It quickly devolved into myth, and I suppose it is time for new interpretation…

– written by Dillon M. Jepsen on August 14, 2022.