Wrapped in a weird version

Of someone else’s broken cowboy-blues,

With no vindication to be had (or brought to)

– By exposing another’s crippled coiled lies:

Is perseverance’s elastic passage cleared (we hope)

To devour interloper’s base insert assertions?

Or, does blind despotic dominance’s mico-immediacy acquisition

Annihilate all well-intentioned macro-foundational goals

Through His-Story’s first come, first serve marauder lit:

Life vs. Death versus Light vs. Dark papier-mâché buffet?

(Boy is the slow steady rain outside beautiful)