This soup of conscious thought
offers up a morsel now and then
to ponder and digest
and masticate thoroughly
and spit out
in obnoxious bits and pieces.
This pretense of the divine
is a subtle attempt to simmer what's left
and reduce it and render it ripe,
sublime in its impurity.
No additives to change the meaning
stripped down to essential ingredients
swirled around in a concoction of lies
that pass for truth.
A bitter pill made hard to swallow.
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