Standing on the Patriarchal Lens

Standing on the patriarchal lens – day breaks. The tallest peak to conquer them all, the mist and fog that surrounds me as I'm blinded. What is below when the world is asleep and I'm awake. Awake to it all – the duality of existence as conflicting rivals never rest. The only light that shines is from below – it's on and ready. Ready to start capitalism and fueled, engine rev up. Where I stand, I see it all, the mist is all around me, foreboding, waking, early – it's safe here.