fringe selvedges

Deliver yourselffrom the mysteries of lifeby listening to the chosenreality that’s right. Deliver your thoughtsfrom a silence so strongthat the mysteries of whymean it surely was wrong.

Answering a questionrequested by the massesonly insurespolitical molasses.

Feel thy soulDon’t wash your mindMerge the wholeAnd forsake not what you findUnkind.

troubling mumblesa not so subtleverbal tariffwhere the spoken soullies, in rubble.

I am a walking infection,a viral attack onanything I meet. I am painful,a wincing sorethat touches your very essence. I am a foul stink that erupts from each pore,of my being.

I come from a world with no nameI have not a feeling and no shameI am soulless and evilThe picture of feebleMy humaneness, held briefly, was pain.

A sadness reachesThrough my mindSeeking true severance The definition of unkind. A sickness teachesSimple tricks of mindSounding hatred of soulA me condition, I find.