Logic & empathy as definition of mutually exclusivity

One division to rule them all

I'd break character if had dignity enough I'll be on time if I decided to go

As it is I'm sitting on the left side Always Beside the bookcase my father made It wears the non-drip gloss pitifully & I drop three feet long chestnut or grey hairs into the little gap that render most of it useless I have enough for a voodoo doll 10 lies wide even with the ongoing sacrifice, going to waste

Logic dictates a pretense of hopelessness In the real, for the now

Artificially here, I twist my hair like a third rate villain Pretend clowning the circus on the approaching horizon Without giving too much away though, coz Conviction seems ugly to the forlorn So, just shut the fuck up & listen Watch

We've reached the elastic limit of an iteration An operation underway before the French Revolution. My own Grandmother was dancing skyclad in the hills of Holm Firth back in '42 yet still I wear the black cloak & rebbit like I mean it for everyone a reason to vizard

animus forfeiting energy against resistors I say 'Atomisation was always the objective and hate is just fertiliser' for the fruit the other desires most is f e a r Both sides will Forget everything and remember laughter comes easy when you're wicked to a loved one but where will that end Once the Prime Directive arrives?

They told her 'Wind & rain makes us immortal.'

Though truth be told I quit giving weight to empaths years ago They have their light & heat burning consuming between shining domesticating wilderness wherever they go

Blind to the cold darkness aversion I see a grinning killer wearing a purple suit I see the end of all his meticulous dreams I see stories told across a firelight crackling

I see darkness giving way to the dawn