riposte

our time is on the clock

room cast in dramatic shadow

like pieces of renaissance

oil and canvas

we wattled ideas from unread books;

through gluttonous rage—

we burned the dustjacket of history

and knowledge

to examine the brittle research

of the Orwellian dilettante

.

presupposed, of course, being

within Overton’s Window

and once necessary

impervious to fact.


a critique of modern political debate.

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