When a light wave 
is not a light wave
Likewise the divine hospice workers and nurses
Thank you in advance, in ways that words do not express

Donny, we will have to tell your Dad that men from Mars are planning to destroy Earth!d
“That would require telling the truth and I hate telling the truth”

THEY are making us take off all our clothes, 
slavering us with oil and forcing us to wrestle in this mud pit. 
Shouting out arbitrary absurd orders and commands. 
Forcing us to believe things that just aren’t true 
The worst is, THEY don’t exist

If you combine this color of red with this color of blue, you get a violet that might as well be Black 
No light waves at all

in the halls of the divine hospice, where sexy nurses dwell,
thanks, too deep for words, 
in our hearts will swell

Future felon whispers secrets, Truth he'd rather not proclaim,
Stop Martian immigrants’
their destructive plot, 
in fear, 
we hide our shame.

"I detest the plain truth," 
the candidates mumbles in despair,
Invented tales woven, 
veiling, yet revealing 
the world is  not fair.

Stripped bare, anointed, 
in the mud, they're thrown,
With senseless orders bellowed, minds full of crickets

Forced beliefs absurd, 
reality they've missed,
Their very existence, 
in the void, 
the mist .

When red meets blue, 
a violet night does unfurl,
So dark it's almost black, 
Truth in the broken parts of dreaming
No light waves for the eyes 
No crickets in the snow
Violet almost black
Religious paradise of youth 
Collapsing into an orgy of hard thinking
Relativity

9/27/2023