Blind
A rat in a hole; thatâs me. Indagation is my duty. I must dig and sift for the tiniest morsels of truth amongst the mud and grime. I pick at it under my nailsâthe nasty lies. Rare, precious stones of clarity hidden deeper-below. These are my tasks; not because I am forced, but because I am a stubborn fool. I sift the firebeetled and lanternflown soil in dim-witted solitude. My repetition an autopsy of truth misled. I am commanded by zetetic fuelings, but those above in the soft, fertile sunshine lurch uncooperatively and frivolously dismiss my scrutatorial findings. I present intricate, glistening brightness from the darkishness by way of complete extirpation. I bow before them with newly presented discoveries, and they flippantly gobble them up. Malaperts, thatâs what they are. They have forgotten the reason for my solitary mission by way of their heuristic hastefulness. The leftovers broken and sold to those who misunderstand its meanings. Self-banished to disentangle unteachable, unreasonable codswallopers. Iâm trapped by the idea that the truth matters. This convenience store provides accessible flippancy on the cheap. No digging required; buy it up! And never question where or how the molerat found it.  This allows the window to widen for the pert trivializers to wash themselves of their original falsities that fueled my quest for these glistening beauties while thieverously basking in the glory of their(MINE!) newest innovations. Distraught by such trivialization of my laborious endeavors I slowly descend once again scampering away from the hateful brightness like the groundhog hiding from its shadow. âWhen will they learn!?â, I ask myself as I scurry to the deepest pits of my lair and desperately scrounge for another, soon to be dismissed, forgotten truth that I can swiftly give away to the nearest, unappreciative taker. I hope to one day find the strength to develop and live happily down below in the unrelenting muck without the manipulation of the warm sunlight, and how unfairly cruel it is to be the one required to change oneself; though, lingers still the excruciating pain experienced to recognize it.















