Warpaint on ruins and Sliding the scales This is the reason We’re riding the rails We skim and we poke That which we see And we’ll wither and soak Right into the sea That is the path we can Choose or reject I just wish we could know this Before hitting 'Eject'
Who are you? Who am I? A swelling, cataclysmic ride Pulsating, gyrating Bend and contract Pushing and pulling Ever more in abstract Who do we resemble? Who are we now? From the pale moon shadows, Bleeding the cow I can’t even fathom The perfect One here But I am just covered And smothered by smear.
Before you read this piece, you should know I’m no expert political science columnist. I’m just a citizen of the United States who tries to make informed decisions in a world of misleading memes that play to your emotions with quotes taken out of context. A landscape that is trying to make the multi-faceted, colorful …
Amie Zor 