Consequences of Clarity

Listen young lover, clarity

is a solitary trapeze of inaction.

Almost levitating its purpose

isn’t to be disposable but figured.

Ambiguity in clarity’s presence

foreshadows not an end but beginning

Mistaken for settled fog, you are unprepared for quiet storms

How vain are these failures of morality

rejecting the smallest risks to their opulence?

Your luxury has rightfully depraved you

of the peace you tried to steal

This trance of pretense broken

leaves shards we aren’t invulnerable to.

Pity, we are left after juvenile brilliance, must we not exploit out own misery?

What are you but once me

and yet I am everything you will never be

born to you but unlike thee- I was never free

father, this is the consequence of clarity.