Molten anger flows upward
And breaks into flame-fevered fear.
I run faster and farther but
Can never seem to
Make reality fit
My blurring belief in the
Promised land of Peace
and Tranquility.
Laugh, it will salve the burn.
Cry, it will cool the fever.
Groan louder,
Even when they refuse to listen.
Our burned flesh
Will
Bear
Stubborn Witness!
Truth is not all there is.
Imagination will save us.
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