Unknowing The End

You put the con in context
Heavy cost of the unrest

You put the past in it's place
Conditioned to disconnect

Unknowing wasted life's work
Been in
A pain
Feeding
Truth at knife point
In shrouded pages

Some lurid science gives you
Control
Of guilt
Clouded
In chronologic tidal waves

Agency withheld
Always at arms-length
Grazing fingertips
Or weaving right through them

Naming the unnamed
Stoned awakening
Upened daydream
Aghast and slaved away