The Great Pretense

 

Incessantly burning

whatever will burn

 

Difficult but difficult

to live without

 

Whole provinces die down

to such combustial

surge and chafe

 

Thin air

a requisite

 

Textures of feeling

a mereness

fiercely unwilling

 

I do not flinch

from this cliche

 

The question to ask

is not is it true but

what’s it intended to do?