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To Live In Mind, Or Immediacy.

To Live In Mind, Or Immediacy.

Ulises Vargas 

October 3, 2025. 


Everything rushes at me 

And I see all too clearly 

To ever sit at the table 

And let things be 


Will I ever hear a lie, 

With a good-enough face,

That I may not question 

The untruth within?


You all look so happy 

Facing each other’s masks;

So happy, 

That I want to dance too


But I see your eyes;

Words may cover your tracks, 

Or muddy the waters, 

Yet the liar within 

Peaks through 

In all your two-faced sins 


As it turns out, 

I empathize with monsters 

Or villainize lovers 

In all you pretenders;

The fatally flawed humans 


I’ll find the careless one 

To hand me drugs 

Until your smiles feel believable 

Or until I’m too handicapped 

To keep my spirit up 

Then accept to act 

In this play which we inhabit 


Rather than question dynamic figures,

I rather live seeing static features; 

Believing in surface-level truths, 

Than overwhelming thoughts 

Of friend, or foe;

To leave alone, or to leave afraid

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