The "spotless" soul is a serrated thing,
A hollow hoop where no birds sing.
You traded the pulse for a porcelain lie,
And blinded the sun with a "perfect" eye.
That grace you craved? It’s a jagged shard,
A splintered ghost in a prison yard.
You thrust the thorn to "fix" the flaw,
And replaced the heart with a cold, white law.
There is no excellence in the ache,
No mercy found at the burning stake.
Your "purity" is a needle’s bite—
A venomous, pale, and piercing white.
A contradiction is an earthquake.
To survive
without choosing a side
we must build
an entire city
of cognitive scaffolding.
Intricate.
Dizzying.
Nonsensical.
We call it complexity.
We call it nuance.
Really
it is just the frantic scaffolding
required
to keep the architecture
of a lie
standing in the same room
as the truth.
Authority is a loan
taken out
against the gravity
of the ground.
If you haven't secured
the support
of the structure
you aren't ruling;
you're just
descending
with style.
The velvet
cannot cushion
the hard truth
that grace
needs a base.
Don't buy the crown
if you haven't
bought the dirt.
Timber is a social contract.
It lets us walk
where we do not belong.
When you decide
to light the match
and watch the wood
turn to ash
you are signing
a declaration of independence.
Just remember
that independence
is a very heavy thing
to carry
in a place
where there is nothing
left to stand on.
The smoke will clear
but the depth
is forever.
Bigness is exhausting.
Eventually
the weight of the world
gets tired of holding itself up.
The towering scale
is just a long way down.
But the core
doesn't fall.
The core waits.
Once the spectacle
has worn itself thin
you find the smooth bone
of the story.
Less is more
because more
is just less
waiting to happen.
Identity is a gas
that liquefies
under the pressure
of a crowd.
Alone
you are a specific gravity.
Together
you are a tide.
The facts of the individual
are always drowning
in the truth
of the group.
Nature is a cold-blooded bookkeeper.
She knows the giants are a sunk cost
once the sparks fly.
The heavy investment of the trunk
is easily liquidated by a flame.
But a million tiny blueprints
scattered in the soot
are a diversified portfolio.
The heat can take the capital
but it cannot bankrupt the future.
