reality refinement

You have
that missing piece,
but not what they want.

Beneath, I know;
above, cannot be
in their eyes,
their reflection,
their place, their show.

To appear, above,
enact a surface act;
to follow the hollow,
and edit so far;
a salute to the shoal.

To repeat in ritual,
to censor, to filter;
the pop and the profit;
a cause, a way,

It exploits, it preys;
they want
but fleeting, a reality fantasy;
an effect.

It erodes, it decays;
they prompt
mass exposure,
until you are barren,
and forced to seclude.

What remains is the key,
the truth,
the signature,
what defines
the beneath.

It is
that missing piece,
the real you;
but they judge,
split on your old and new

Originally written 2012-12-20, updated today.


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