poem right

poem right

is, is not
is ..... not
maybe
but is came first
and is first tied the knot
with the know how of what first
might be and we settled and thirsted for
maybe because the pyramid of reasons
settled downward faster with the
realization that what couldn't be was

if is not came first
there had to be common
knowledge of what was
in the sense that what was
came before what wasn't but
who knew enough to ask to begin with?
and it was decided that right made
better sense for science made for
not only right but was backed by might

Is, is not
not only is and is not
together but maybe
formed a bridge that held back
the might made right
in the sense that hardly anyone
held dear that sincere fear of spite
being hailed as rightist flight
to a better world

but someone did.

many a someone coalesced around
a chosen one
to hail the rightist might that claimed
a specific spite expressed as
a rite of passage
and whom better to claim this
manifesto to expedite how darkness
would overcome the tiniest light?

that's between me and my maker I heard someone say.

but the unerring flight of a mindset untrite
as to paint a picture of no maybe - just might
uproots me from my path to that Light
to overcome dark matter or another's spite
that felt so right at the time
of that good night for
it fell by the wayside
like fair-skin'd blight.

no cancerous lesion can occur
without legion of reason
nor such seeming treason
as to question why dawn rested its elbows
which upon all that was created for just
you and I
in a Garden somewhere
listening to a two-of-a-kind tongue
and eating a deadly pear (word count:304)