North American Dreaming: Tattered Minds
William Burkholder's poem suggests we go stampeding towards a truth we cannot find.
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The historians clambering to envenom us with the subjugation of myth and folklore, squeaking as the rusty hinge, incoherent placations, cleaving, and combusting, disparate to the sub-macro deliriums that we wander to and lust for.
We are but the micro,
few have bloomed as the jasmine.
Our emaciated minds stampeding to a truth
that no one can find.
While the doorbell ringing,
and the windowpanes laughing
at our scraped knees, elbows and egos,
crying out, crying out,
in empty sidewalk pain
