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)