Past Recognition (Poetry)

They changed the rules when
no one was looking
the straight line is now
curved to some degree
and non-specific

There’s no black or white
and the multitude
of greys inbetween
is far too much to
grasp and understand

Fact has become mixed
with fabrication
the blend convincing
joins invisible
to the naked eye

Truths once thought to be
incorruptible
have been perverted
contaminated
beyond redemption

With these yardsticks gone
the future seems a
lawless kind of place
since they have changed it
past recognition