Resistance Is Not Futile.

Within your feigned
Sincerity
Hides contempt
For my simple existence,

That I would dare live
Outside your
Tangled, threadbare
Contrived safety net,

Your sand-shifting
Belief-Scape
Of follow the leader
Fellowships;

While you make
Falsetto excuses
As to why compassion
Has been replaced by

Tortuously dancing
Fluffy pink
Bunny slippers
With razor fangs.

Yet here I stand
In the midst of intuitive joy
Still intimate with the One
Who Created All Things…

Where is the truth in that?