​Always seeking
outside.
The scope of my vision,
panoramic,
wide.
Focusing on
the big picture,
patterns, subtext,
and non-verbal cues,
mixtures,
just to name
a few.
Processed in
nanoseconds
that fly by.
Sound bites
ostensibly
to edify.
Searching out
covenants
to which it
circumscribes
or
from which it was
circumcized.
The corruption
of fear twists.
Ignorance
creates monsters
in the mists,
devils in our midst.
My mind’s eye,
asessing tangents
that do not square
with my sense
of equilibrium,
what is just,
what is fair.
Evaluating the
doublespeak,
the politics of
blame.
If it serves
a purpose,
what’s the harm
in a name?
It’s just a game.
A people, a Faith,
isolated and
haunted,
vilified and
taunted
by a rhetorical wraith.
Machiavellian methods,
promises to keep you
safe.
All this talk of
us and them
is such a
monumental waste.

M. Zane McClellan

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