Poem: Flies’ Feast

Man’s Shit.

Flies’ Feast.

Irreconcilable Experiences.

Same Shit.

Author’s Note: This poem was written with my post modern friends in mind. Some of my POMO friends are constantly saying there is no objective truth, it is all subjective. This poem is intended to illustrate that a plethora of perceptions is not inconsistent with an objective truth at the center. 

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