Proliferating all the fictions
of 'I', housed inside
a funhouse mirror
that seems to foretell
the chaos to follow
the quiescence of passivity,
the faux acquiescence
to the sibylline utterance
that ought to have been met
with a genuine remonstrance,
resonant enough to smash
the unendingly distorting glass.
This reminds me of current events in the Uk, Holden, especially at Number 10! Excellent poem.
Fabulous imagery, Holden. Disturbing, yet fascinating. 😎
<Deleted User> (33719)
Wed 6th Jul 2022 00:55
Interesting! Love the last 2 lines in particular!
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Holden Moncrieff
Thu 7th Jul 2022 01:56
Thank you so much, Carol, John, and Stephen, for all your kind comments, I'm more than grateful! 😎😊