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all these rationalizations—endless

              eternity of perpetual

                     misconceptions

no one understands the utterance

                from the other side

                        of the fence

rhetoric of hectic mind control salesmen

              (and women)

reverbing across an auditorium 

              filled with twits, fools,

                   assholes, morons,

                          and me

fragile, inherently inclined to sink

     into mulatto oblivion disaster

             with minefield images

        of sacrificed sons and daughters

     crossing the tracks

                all gone splat

With no other point of reference

                 I commence at the start—

                             That is

                The point I’m at now

           (as in *YOU ARE HERE*)

  the point I’m at now