The question was asked: “are you a tool in the arsenal of validation?”

(unmasked) i replied :

(while sighed)

were you a fool, in the cardinal of affectation?

&

were you cruel to the turbinal of inflammation?

in seeking to being validated, by an equalizer traded, back for a stack, on the whim of a chilly freeze zone, open attacked (all alone) in the rocket of a missing eye socket.

the meaning confused, high above you.

as words are written through, the found pen places you pinned in the stemmed easy chair.

comforted by puffy pillows and heated blankets laying over there WHERE the night returns into the shocking burn of arrived daytime rhymes.

symphonies of the loudest cluster, entropies of the proudest luster !

it’s all making the dream slip into real life.

pantomiming green by a practiced scene – strife becomes uninhibited & guided by a terrible set of laws.

co-singed by the state because, because, because, because, BECAUSE – the wicked witch ain’t dead!

mourning is frowned on the unread!

signifying a pastime headache, leased by the community garden rake – while burnt cookies are better left unbaked!

gaslit as horrible without a cause, treehouse lit with stringy and gray moss.

bringing to life the longevity of a deep planted seed.

hereby, proclaiming the creed!

INDEED!

i neither wish to be used or abused but such is the predicament of a innocuously invited cruise of conjecture, at what end – do i stand to loose?!

certainly, if i were ever a fool in the arsenal of their validation- i’d react with a blunt tool, without any hesitation!