10.28.2018

the sight that blinds

a seed, a thought, an insidious demon

grows with just a husk of perceived truths

fed the right diet, the right light

grows as sure as the instructions on the packet

growth is a toll,

requires space and resources in multiplying folds

this is not prophecy, this is known outcomes –

for one human to kill another

because one is perceived as less

worth less than your very own,

the demon has grown, to know

and whisper into very thought,

all starts with a seed and the room to grow

notes… this is what I wrote thinking about Pittsburgh, I was on my porch but I don’t think it fits that series or my art.