Poetry Is My Protest: Poem #6

Whether monsters or miracles
we lace our myths of tomorrow with the pageantry of our best silk screen muse.
What do we have beyond fact and fiction?
The jurisdiction of selfie-stick intuitions, 
the topsoil of craft beer and crowd consensus
or a polygamy of dim-lit contradictions.
I'll take my chances on beauty.
I'll place my bets upon truth.
I'll sing my songs 'til we have
stenciled the night air with anthems
of our questions, our angst, of our youth.
And when we are evicted from this moment and are cast onto heaven's (not so) distant shores
We will say we have lived our lives to their fullness
and loved til we could bleed no more.

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