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the walk of Fraudulence (two thousand five hundred silkworms)

December 30, 2021
By York_Lancaster SILVER, Lexington, Massachusetts
York_Lancaster SILVER, Lexington, Massachusetts
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we are made up of atoms of unfairness, deception

          atoms upon atoms upon nothing upon everything

how can we say that we are wondrous and all-knowing? 

the imaginary negative value is too great; it outweighs all but anger

                    and stupidity

I claim imaginary, as infinity is an imposture


do not fear those with great power

for power breeds burdens and deathly obsessions--

they are strong, only in your eyes; 

          they feed upon glorified flattery, worship


we worship wars that come in barrels and ships, barrel-chested men

oh Caesar,          Great Nonpareil,          here are roses sown from our humble flesh

          you are undefeatable, deadened from our tiring gaze--

you see, we are so well-meaning 

we do not understand how there came to be anger, jealousy 

                                        (born from human weakness)


          no, 

instead, envy those with ignorance, clasped between grubby palms

men shall knight them for their candor, like candy toffee pulled between two wicks,

impossible to torture or starve          away, 

as they are the kings of our golden species, unable to tell a fault

          hair wreathed in silk and the fluttering streamers of graduation


                    It takes two thousand five hundred silkworms 

                                                                                to produce a pound of raw silk


still, I cower in front of opportunity and authority, wearing many faces

I am the substructure of the community, of which order is built upon Trust and Sympathy

          Fraudulence cannot reserve a seat at the temples of either

repentance is unseekable; no blade is sharp enough to cut through          shame


          atoms upon atoms upon nothing upon everything

I wait for clothes of silk and silver plastic ribbons,

                                                while nuclear fission waits for me



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