Acute Perception Poem by DM W

Acute Perception



O I know of secret entrances and exits.
I know of elaborate roles and hideaways.
I know of the profundity of social masks.
I know how to close ranks and cut all the fools off.
Now I am free from the frenzied fears and moves
Of the amorphous crowd, and I watch from the wings,
I know what the dark, stubborn prophet and mystic
F.Nietzsche meant by mere 'flies in the marketplace.'

Wednesday, February 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: perception
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