Face to Face

Who will blink?

This day. 

Writing meets. 

A "stare down."

Read it. 

If you want,

It's not for you.

But it could be..

Want inspiration?

Not to be found here.

Though. 

What do I know?

Don't look for meaning.

None.

Intended.

It's articulated empty.

Not a concern, 

For quality.

Save your critique.

It's shit.

I stare,

At a blank wall.

I let fly.

This is what stuck.

Voices of opposition,

Wailing in descent,

This is just wrong.

I won't blink.

Creativity in exile.

Internal committee.

Poised. 

Judge, jury and executioner.

Today. 

Unadulterated crap.

Will be allowed. 

To stand as art.

Liberation offered,

To a voice, 

Massaged by,

Fear of crucifixion.

External approval.

Will never quiet. 

An unknown.

Tyrant. 

Cross-roads.

Delete.

Save Face.

Post?

I won't blink.

This shit.

is 

Going live..

Something.

Vital. 

Is at, 

Stake here.

Until it's realized.

I 

Will not.

Blink.

R. O'Neill (July 10, 2017)