The unLearning
I became increasingly
vexed
As slippery gargoyles
trample budding roses and
yellow day lilies
my ability to accept
this incongruent
concept
of unLearning
starts a centrifuge
as my doubt & insecurity
rise to the outer layer
as myth
as indiscretion
as celebrity
burns our
castles of Truth
and our havens of Knowledge
barbarians of mass production
bury our babies alive
and replace them
with drones
clones
built in memoriam to
Beauty
and now my lone voice
screams
into a vacuum of noise
that is so loud
it has demanded deafness of us all
the warriors of materialism
launch grenades and take aim
at the leafy green
vim
I've been tending in my modest little garden
surrounded by a trained army
of rehearsed chaos
I am backed into oblivion and isolation
all to ensure
that the
unLearning
may not
begin
By Cynthia Mitchell a.k.a. Original Cyn ©
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