The Wages of Life With a Tad of Smoke on the Horizon
You came here for the truth
but I can’t tell you that
things will get better: they may not.
All I can tell you is
that you brought yourself here, and
that you’ll take yourself away. The wolf
shouted wolf. The boy shouted
boy. Air is illusion
and it’s there, in that space,
that we call out knowing
that we’ve already revealed
ourselves for what we never were.