Gleaned from the Darkly Glowing Web
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The rightwing ravings from a friend of long
Ago are like the readings in a mind
Inside an ancient prophet with a strong
Dementia who is also tarnish blind.
With scale-like covering on his eyeballs like
The ones Saint Paul had suffered till the road
Where he was stunned with truth, that vision strike,
The seer (ha Ha HA) won’t let facts goad
Him into rationality. The scales
Don’t fall away when facts are flaunted to
Him, so the troubled prophet my friend sails
Toward me frankly does not have a clue.
Those insights grown from prejudice and hate
Have all the beauty of a crushing weight.
~ Phillip Whidden