My two dimensional
prison reality cracks
more each day, like
the veil over my mind
it's becoming lazy, busted,
atrophied
a nervous wreck
peering into the Lovecraftian
horror of acceptable society
Don't look back
over your shoulder
over flailing shards of
your better self
image burned over reality
causality-myth--
fabricated stuffed animal
leaders read the news
direct into our ears, determine
reaction time;
are you up or down?
decade will determine your
generational, molecular
thought process
It's all progress;
don't get in the way,
every taxi cab employment service
got GPS now;
Enter your name
It'll be the same
as appear on your
grave
cry like flowers
as
winter comes
blanket my Earth in ash
and its equivalent--
let me lick it off your shoes
give me your sins to plant.
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