perspectives,
both unadulterated and
rejected,
the staunchly stood
electorate,
all hell-bent drunk on convictions
of 
doing alright.
us, we,
abstractions and objections,
obstacles, all screened
out specific for
i, me,
the serving symphony of
self,
all the ‘oh wells’
‘can’t 
help it’-
fight the feign felt,
helpless,
while wishing something sculpted
better.

yet,
a breath,
and the vague harkening of
kinetic
surrounding all this state claimed
existence, 
naturally occurred and
incurring-
and, the memories,
not all so vicious,
provoke visions of
what to be,
and how it is 
being.
and, how to seem less
somber, or
at least, attempted seeming,
for though
unengaged,
unpermitted to fade such light
towards
fatal periphery.