Our Grand Assumption
No one alive today is any one thing, even if we examine raccoons.
We know it of ourselves, but how impossible to convince another.
Amazing that the closer we get, other options become preferable.
Exaggerated phrases leap from every closet, ending with always.
Sentences prefaced with You never. Or, Why is it that you never?
Doors are slammed to negotiation and peace talks are only on TV.
Like the majority of the earth that is covered with water, so is this.
This uninhabitable world assumed upon the great majority of lungs.
A pressure. A fissure. A crevice in the ice, wherein we fall endless.
This is why, on this, our anniversary of it all, Our Grand Assumption
I want you to know that only the first line of this poem is about you.
Come nearer -- that I might kiss your bandit rings, garbage stealer.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2016 --
