I grabbed for the biggest prize
Covered my bases
Retreated, thoughtful and
Uncompromising

One revolution, two
And it is not Earth but I
Who has shifted axis

I see now what I can no longer watch
I strive towards that which I never shared
But the silence of the spectator
Has branded me alien

To tie to me their fading candor,
Only censorship and
A draft of acceptance

Reassuring and disconcerting
Is that I am well-versed
In plastered unconsciousness,
Master of ceremonies

Channeled truth, sincerity
And the graceful shrug, conformity

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