Exhausted by the fluttering of the white flag
Wedged between crossed fingers
Suspended behind my own back

The narrow grid of my life
Changing violently
Like floodwaters expanding the bank of a river

Which is more dangerous
The lie we tell each other
Or the lie we tell ourselves

Is truth internal or external

We are inherently fallible
Yet potentially divine

Attempting to devastate ourselves
Encouraging confusion and misery
Erasing the impulse to pose and lie

Knowing the prerequisite

A certain rehearsed deception

Bruised within conventional programming

Unable to accept the delusion of a stranger
Naively mistaken as a teacher

Sabotaging life in an order to change it
I seduce myself into betrayal

Then a kiss...