In the Details

Yes, the pictures detail

acknowledgment.

Of the ones I’m in,

I really do

know all of it.

We all have different color eyes.

I am ultimately the man present.

At my breast is a wealth of information.

My ears can hear the rest.

I only benefit the awakening of this nation.

But I cannot save it.

They, yes, this is the they

They talked about.

The one-day crew.

Times, like witnessing the face of the Roman Empire.

History, proceeding them down the line, to the hilt.

Then I am here. I am here and I’m really felt.

Now, God

I know beautiful.

Though a circuitous route

Is in the workings

The black seam being woven in this world,

A straight shooter like myself

Can see bigger meanings in the lies

Like boulders lodged in art

Or cunning in plain sight.

I’ve been here

But this is like never before.

Yes, there is justice.

But I never get too wrapped up in it.

Peace without justice, I already see people and their ability to muster it.

I like to see important distractions through.

I see the tempting attempt of these, they, those,

To hang on a word to lighten up, although numbered are their days.

I simply make notes, calculations on the page.

Even so, it seems those moments of glee and veiled scorn

Are their depleting bank accounts,

Running thin and getting old.