It's a split

humanity every so often repetitively prides in it

“isms”, national pride, color pride, whatever it's a periodic splinter.

Whenever there is abundance

societal tendency indulges in higher virtue,

kinder thought.

Then it splits, the kindred as in “kind” lack testosterone

so starts public discourse.

Some job losses, redistribution of wealth

realigns all good intent inwards.

It only heals when suffering is collective

overbearing that each splinter screams.

Convened (as in Geneva the narrative was Genevieve~d) once

Think seriously on
life eliminating
the fourth dimension, time,
or transcending the known three
of corporeal depth.

Some simplistic conjectures, tunnel viewed
and assimilated, listed below:-

What was before is true.
what will be after is true.
Something is gotta be happening
now to letter down or mandate the truth.
That what is life dispels slick
matter potentate, energizes,
simply rejuvenates.

Everyday negation of
each adaptive perspective
compels subscription to
novel foreign testaments.

Steer a course by chance
establish a norm

The quintessential penetrative organ
turns coat.

knock, knock,
enter, mingle and withdraw.
An after reflex rouses one
from a cognitive slumber
upon a cheek stumbling on
dribble and drool,
deep rooted grout.

The living body fluids
that a while ago powered
all acts and in exchange sought
now trigger a subconscious
aversion.

a pleasure acquiring a new gene pool.

Why!? linger on discards
when the prize is attained.
like wise with knowledge and wealth.
Learn the lesson, posses the mane
kick the guru and parenting hand
to their separate doomsday.