Crazy Whispers

Crazy Whispers
in the concrete
told me 
of rumors
that putrefied
 your lips

the stench
lives on
in a global
memory

that is 
tucked away
in a metaphorical
time capsule
waiting
to be set
free
from the 
deception 
that captivates

My perception
is not defined
by separate
observances
but
rather from an
ongoing
orbital 
analysis
that enlightens
one from
a lie
to the
truth

Command  down
the
defenses 

acceptance
is the 
antidote
to aggression

while the 
map 
to consequences
produces
the coordinates
to
Equanimity