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Gerrit Lansing

XV. GOD IN HIS IGNORANCE IS THE FATHER OF LIES

justify the domination by untruth, it does, the ugly myth by untruth the juice that stupefies by untruth the cruel barbers fantasies by untruth the cellophanes enshrouding love by untruth the dummies by untruth the blinded horse by untruth your hands chopping my blocks of heart for so much bloody stew meat by untruth the whispering handkerchiefs of torturers he kisses her under the untrue sign of festival he stabs her stabs him stabs their self in riddling stabs as whats corruption but that which mystifies as it shines undead not the mystery or bliss or satisfaction new in gasping overlaps. To shun, that is the mission of untruth, to turn away, to not attend, handling the unhanded, down, the hindrances, the human sink, the cold and fading colors in, the greasy situation bottomless.