Amongst Contrarians

The Subjectivist triggers are ready
All the fault lines/land mines full to bursting
The bombs of the heart ripe beyond bursting
Napalm emotions needing to take over
Engulf and consume;

Every day he leaves his house
His senses are open
Searching all things before him
All that is is a confirmation or denial of him
His rage is a barely leashed beast by his side
Whatever where-ever however
Everything is subject to his Truth
(He cares too much)
(He wounds himself with every step)
Never aware that the one truly drawing his blood is himself;

All things touch him
All things bear judgement

He is his own Christ
 (Drawing his own blood)
He knows he's always right
 (Creating his self-sacrifice);

i see this man in front of me
Behind me
Beside me
Inside me

In every eye i look into
In every heart i find
A closed door
 A place that chooses anger

How can any be right
 When all are right?
How can any be wrong
 When all are wrong?;