This one lost its way

In the MIRROR
you SAW some phantom
mis-remembered
a HOLY GHOST of the past,
a reckless soul giving way to
disinterest,

[a forced societal timeline
connection invading this poem]

directing his thought pattern top 7
what the fuck are people sodomizing
each other/themselves with?--He thought--
I looked--so OLD--so DIM--
unlike photographs--

triumph, denial,
shoots and ladder praise,
no wonder all children are
doomed to adhd
hallucinations &
HOPEFUL prescription cures--
work for a living--work
                            for a grave--

                            where have you been
                            besides computer TV
                            fiber optic flurry--?

[kiss him goodbye, he's a fossilized image.]

laugh, laugh

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he EXISTS
             
                  un-penned
               
[without words there's no--]

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