They Come

We seek not to offend but to
Up-end your little world, head to
Toe; to overthrow your calculations,
Your vain confabulations and conventions.
Our intentions more than peaceful, less than
Violent: to quell the silent tumult that rings from
Looming rafters, to take away the laughter plaguing
all your nightmares, the ones that
Scare you into thinking, worried that you’re drinking
Hemlock spiked with poison, while the noise of
Screaming chatter (not that it matters) is everywhere
You listen. Eyes closed open, hoping, hoping, sometimes
Groping for answers that elude you, this insight that
Deludes you in the quest for understanding, all demanding, all
Dismissive. We’ll do everything in our power to
Deflower your illusions, confusion in our wake, contusion
As we brake and you take a flier into
The dashboard of your vision.

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