Webs of internet trace outwards like fireflies over a black
ocean.
Droves of humanity pack themselves into stores until they
know repulsion.
The arm waving fanatic killing dreams with devotion.
Sucks the light from street lamps until time stands still as
does motion
Bouncing off nodes; bouncing off walls; the trawlers bring
in their vicious catch
The castle emptied; landowners massacre, Durkirk’s dash
I am become another life; nothing but trash
Burnt out; putting out fires with your last match
Sucking marrow out of life; life sucking the marrow out of
you
Reminded of that corpse floating delicately born anew
Surface tension rattles the skin as if held fast in glue
Your needles are gone; your hopes become few.
The milky cream marble columns betray an innocence lost in
this republic.
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