Arrogance by necessity

Arrogance by necessity (a rehash of My fabled witness) But God! Their eyes are deep like pools that make oceans to fill and seaways to drain; see what Life comes and what goes in their wake and how it is not necessary to possess a brain. And yes! My thoughts go on for their own sake while Feeling takes me to the brink - where is the edge between real and fake? That place in my head to be and think. Wastes, and when they stare I hear this refrain: there’s nothing out there but deadly arrogance. Dark Gorgon looks, and there we must remain by our antagonism we go ‘round forever to this dance. The searchlight plumbs, yet we without the wink of Aeon’s season, commiserate its passing. What construct makes us? What eyes can blink away the sands that keep amassing? O human skin! Colors emerging by spectral shift, the sable teeth of night cannot desist. Imperialism: the shadow that does not talk of shrift, that rises, hungry and barren in xenophobic wist. Breath of madness, leaves of sail deploy; it is you I do not know. It is you I cannot fool. Simple rhymes and blithering games are my poetic toy - and arrogance and rhetoric afloat in wed-locked rule.