does activism view me as a number not a nimbus
or a series of numbers
a means to an end
a derivative a category then,
multiple categories against a variety of spectrums
a fading away from trending
visionary, the last anomalie
a moon in no open sky
it's complicated, they sigh
while I seem
not to be recognized in any particular phase
allowed to take the stage
acknowledged to take the floor
because of the God that I adore in my own way
o way to feign friendship just to get in the door
for the sake of a cause
that cannot Cause me
but pretends to be Santa Claus
my soul in the balance with trinkets
they do not mind if I opine
so long as they can leave when they want to
and my heart inquires as its own keepsake
left open to brush fires (getting the brush off)
not of my own making
isnt it true my soul
we have seen all this before
oh yes we know the score
backwards and forwards
though we would not call this music
are words taken down
for a trial I am not party to
useful for furnishing quotes unquoted
no way of being coopted otherwise into the sullen tribe
since so obviously anachronistically
am I perceived
I can hear them think in ringing telepathic tones
as a single celled organism progressively bent and bending
denying all prisms in me since God uttered let there be Light and
because too obviously
the Holy Spirit looms in pale green
in my rooms chartered as they are
as they will remain
with books of the beautiful
for its own sake shining
soli Deo gloria I whisper to them
you and I surviving
again and again
never to be rescinded
never to be rescinded
never to be rescinded
mary angela dougla 6 march 2020
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