Refractoid

buds one planted

disenchanted flowers uprooted

soil he thinks he created

leashing me with his filth

where I grow from nature

he'd claim to control the weather

revered as a saint

I shoot
from where

the entire ebb is ebbing

but I know his actual face 

my actual burden

his

desire

to

control

the strongest word

to daily abolish

and with it

all else

he

tries to

reinstate

I

burn his flag

he 

tries to

mirror mirages

I

tamper his pace

naming children after commands

whose children are us

I

belonging only to whom I trust

surrounded by a blatant attempt to instill ignorance

I distill the water

he drinks

with poison

~

the thought of which

sickening

but

he

attempts to own

in place of love

a

confusing concept

my proof

the bird

that just sat outside my window

on top of the garage

at the right place

at the right time

almost bidding I write this

filling me with vibratory never-remnants

of odd hope

where from him is bred darkness

a perfect diversion

to becoming it

~