I’ve stumbled upon what appears to be
an absolute crux of everything 
imaginable in this universe
pertaining to human relationships
and to my lifelong struggle
with feeling that I am not welcome or embraced
in a strait-laced-posing as avant garde art scene
or a so called “open minded” clique of erudite lackeys
who consistently praise and uplift on the basis
of mass conformity and ass kissing, shoe licking
shoe horned dogma, “love-thy-neighbor-
but-not-the-brown-or-poor-from-the-other-side-of-town” Christians
Be thy rebellious, but only in ways that are not atypical or unrecognizable 
crowds of moon worshipping TikTok new age hipsters
walking a camel line to the cool side of the desert
going on publicized breaks from their incessant consumption
of Bacchus’s reticent, sleep-walking, over saturated pleasure
to tally their latest rare bird sightings

And that is that the human has a right
to believe what they want
and if they believe well,
they shant be wrong
but to choose to believe different,
to make thy own way
is the hardest indeed
For Nothing Is More Incomprehensible,
Threatening, Horrifying and Infuriating 
As being unsanctioned.