Tertium Non Datur Propagandhi

All the sucked thumbs and held skirts
And blankets so secure
They block out the sweep of
The floodlights that could free them from

The darkness that surrounds them
The demons that keep hounding them
And gouge their eyes

Until all they can see
Are rigid dichotomies
Of the sacred and the profane
Salvation or shame, with fuck-all in between

The human impulse to explain
Hijacked, a controlled flight into terrain
To ensure no passenger ever makes
Any connection between the proscription of mystery and malaise

Tidy pairings of inverse binaries

We all seek meaning in our lives
But when every shadow of doubt is denied
The sanctification of hatred thrives

On every sucked thumb and held skirt
And blanket so secure
They block out the sweep of
The floodlights that could free us from