Deep-rooted,

the Need to see

Dirt in the Other

engaging in condemnation

appears to clear the Self

  like a shower to our shadow

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the vigorous Cleanse

however,

comes Smeared with

a most disturbing shade

of sanctimoniousness

(The price, Surely, of Sight

in Black and White Only)

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It’s  in the Softening

of our Vision

the edges merge, a gray Depth

rises from the picture’s

Perspective

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Righteousness however

seldom Softens,

it hounds with indignant Piety

more vehemently

as if trying to strip

a layer of Skin

remove the darkness it disavows

the disturbing Reality

that there are not always definitive answers

in our ever-changing World

where so much remains the Same

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