The night drips--saturates,
Clouds dab at the stain, smearing the truth-
showing it to us in a different light.
While the moon throbs; pulsating irritably,
like the angry veins of frustration...
Chagrin covers--soaking through,
burning a hole to crawl into.
The onlookers sail on by, through
the sea of ignorance--
rocking on their heels,
trying NOT to stare--
While a gust of lies carries them further,
firmly grabbing, steering their sails,
leading them deeper and farther
from the path of reality.
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