sorting out

the fictions

by Roberto Lavidez

the golden rule

is that there are

no golden rules

standing amid

the surging

murmur

of life’s

restless sea

in the midst

of the

upward

thrust of

goodness

there is the

downward

pull of evil

creating

friction

based on

the lives of

others and

one’s own

imagination

embedding it

with vivid

details that

it would be

difficult

to sort out

the fictions

far beyond

the grasp of

any individual

the power

to stand alone

is worth

acquiring at

the expense

of much

sorrowful

solitude

the welding

together of

many disparate

elements

far more veneer

than substance

would seem

to exacerbate

the cycle

all dream-bubbles

must eventually

burst at a final

wakeful touch

allegory reduced

to the desperation

of mixed metaphor

pushing the laws

of probability

to their limits

which may

turn out to be

quite different

from our current

expectations

unrequited

interludes

had churned

into a full-blown

embarrassing

obsession

there is

something

wistful and

a little pathetic

in all this

to follow

equally fallacious

argument to

equally absurd

conclusions

through false

virtues

with which

people kidded

themselves

enforcing

if necessary

the unwritten

rules of the

shotgun

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