Stand for one, and you will stand for many. – Esinz
Hiding out, within that incite full circle of haze,
of bitter truths, I cannot erase.
The burgeoning bewilderment,
the egalitarian equinox of ramble jack jargon,
the apex of the aperture of excuse-ridden manifestos,
all in one ratchet slingers clawing at my spokes.
Rain in a pothole or lake is of the same.
The innocent are guilty. All bear the shame.
And I wander, to search in vain. – Sinz