Loudly Latent

Loudly Latent

The empty engines of chaos,

Fueled with the half-truth,

And expelling ever-warming exhaust,

Revving now louder

As they seek to consume

The oxygen in the room.

Bolted to their convictions,

They do not seek movement:

The anathema to their stasis of belief,

For they have become addicted

To the production of clamor,

In place of advancement.

These are the apparatus

Of the conservative:

Exhalations in cacophony,

Vapors composed of speech,

Assurances inconsequential,

But proclaimed at length.

Thus do these partisan

Retain their residence:

Through obfuscation,

And the split tongue.

Become a politician,

And you can double your standards.

Cliff Lake 8/8/2023

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