Salvation from this broken.
This reality that overwhelms.
Nothing is believable.
And the maps are always wrong.
The city keeps shifting at night.
Not a lot, but enough that finding a way out is difficult.

Sometimes,
The truth is below the surface.
Strip off another layer of paint.
The blue facade wasn’t real.
Blue isn’t even a real color.
The Africans invented it.
Before that the sky was grey.

This impossible story I am telling
Is as real as any.

When you are forced to slow down
The moment can catch up to you.
And you see what they were trying to force down your throat.
The vile potion

They called you many names:
Thief,
Vandal,
Terror,
Lazy,
Disabled,
Unproductive,
Crazy.
They wanted to put you in a prison
Lock you away in an institution 
Keep it hidden
Out of sight.
Out of their mind.
They couldn’t hear the truth,
Wouldn’t see as is.
Wouldn’t be reminded of what they lost.

You were never to blame.
It’s all a silly game.

The truth is your only name.
Love is never tame.