If we were to deny denial,
In the distractions we impose;
If we were to abandon,
All attempts of living
While avoiding faltering,
What would be left of us?

If we were to opress,
The sophisticated being we caress,
If we sprue the naivete
We, once, shunned,
Would we be more alive?
Or less of ourselves?

In reversed reverse,
In becoming the obverse,
We might, for once
Retaliate to rise.