breeding discontent, malcontent, what’s the difference
only time can tell, likely a lie
but tell it will and we’ll wait with baited breath
onlookers on Dealy Plaza
we’re not sure of our place in history
until it has already brushed by
still, marks are made; a crude tattoo
on my soul; on my surface, my self
evidence, rules of evidence
procedure followed & procurement complete
viewpoint is deadly through this sight, this scope
a high-powered shot of emotion
penetrating reason, grazing reality
I need a second film
another viewpoint
a better angle
because all I know now is obscured
by the angle, by the publicity
the conspiracy is nearly complete
I’m beginning to accept your version of my history
your facts
as truth
when I know what I said, what I saw, what I did.
I remember once reading
that no sane person ever accepts someone else’s version more than their own
wondering if this crime will ever be solved
my case ever closed
the truth ever uncovered
according to s.e. senter 
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