I could give it a name,
the name corresponding to it,
but we don’t seem to do so anymore.
I may take the long way around,
come at it from all sides,
picking and prodding until
it lays tired, naked and defeated.
But realize it isn’t the same
as deliberate obscurantism,
as making language counter-productive,
for fear of well meant but ill directed labels.
Your modernity is regressing,
afraid of all it once despised,
stumbling over the morality
of things easily resolved by conscience.
Let’s all laugh once again,
without hesitance or shame,
at the dreariest of all despairs,
at the holiest of all doctrines….
and disregard the reproach
of those on whom the
importance of intention is lost.