pristine cuffs caressed wrists’ tendon motions
while fingertips rejoiced in plans afoot
whorls beat out their selfish contemplation
agreeing all objections would be moot
tanned of hands, sun-kissed hairs outstanding
anticipation rising flexed his pores
today would be the day to crush all opposition
imminent announcement to the fore
endorsement first from others, silk-tied brothers
consanguinity defined in common threads
some hours more to prove, if points need proving
coded status quo they would embed
a wieldy operation worth its planning
his webbed deceit, survival for his kind
sublimate the conscious, fake retrieval
adorn the visors, mystify the blind
padding paused, an outstretched hand, one button
just one finger to the tide, reverse the trend, then wait
a king of sorts, authority unchallenged
identity unknown, disguised, he sits in state
master of the universe by doxa
decencies decreed by points of view
habitus dependent, reinforcing
indemnity, by power, to be and do
little knows he, dark within new brainstorms
blinkered by his surety and bluff
maelstrom in the minds of fissured fusion
it’s time, he says, and millions cry, in unity, enough
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