Pursuit.
of a creamy, alabaster
self-affair.
The bona fide, ineffably kind affection,
in which even silence is understood.
Dignified in our hushed solidarity.
Accompanied by impudent spectators’ commentary:
To love oneself:
Shameful, selfish?
Uncommon or unpracticed?
Undue rap of our cheekbone
violates us back to
agonizing awareness.
Persist.
in all tribulations that argue a moral compass.
Authentic boldness of manhood
illustrated in our sturdy forbearance
that only a people, abhorred for generations,
could acquire.
Excellence of character—
Always ahead of its time.
And Progress.
an appointment made months ago—
carries century’s wait.
Wrath of life remains
an exasperating plague.
This continuous toll,
paid by virtue of a waking morrow.
Bide time,
to cling to our imminent truths.
The world’s retribution looms gross and heavy
in the wings.
Our overdue safety.
About the Creator
Maison Ray
Denver-based writer. Previously in New York to attend Pratt Institute and develop his artistry. With a self-described “violently pensive exploration of the lucid,” Maison tries to invoke an ethereal relation to the world through his work.
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