Concomitant Dissonance Poem by Andy Brookes

stealing the mirrors image merely casts a back glow, reflects no truth.
sliver lies will tarnish, blacken with age, unlike gold standard truths
no substitution in words just semantics.

egos are punctured but then melt becoming stratified cool and hard,
solidifying in disorganised pools, life is after all messy.

we stumble around, pebbles turned by turbulent water,
smoothed by rough rides and hard times,
to emerge half of what we were but still mostly whole.

hubris is always our chosen poison as we poison
our lives and the world becomes throw away
we are the commodities or the consumers
eating ourselves from the inside out.