It is the season
again.
It is always the season,
and everything
is now interpretation,
relativity rules.
Once truth
was absolute,
it was not
malleable, fluid
seen through a lens
no one possesses,
only asking faith.
Deafness
is an escape
out of its reach
and it will be
this way each day
until the election.
It will
again be the season.
Rinse and
repeat.