Tired
a blessing
cries alone
it never dies
trying to find its way home.
Keep spying,
voyeuristic drone
looking for holistic tone
twisted rhythms
keep snapping its bones
advancing pressure
keep
wrapping the moans
capping futures throne...
The silencing conflict...
constricting offense...
this clawing,
slicing and enticing
convict
with a barrel, full of device
filled with fidelity
and sacrifice.
This apprentice without commands
principals understood
yes,
it understands
yet belligerent to all the land
to all the plans
intentions and hopes
spill right through its hands.
Interventions solace
frozen in sand
caves darken and bland
the maze exploits
and gets harder to stand
waves fleet by
opportunities demand.
Born blessed
but damned.
This hair in the flow away
to be clogged
then flushed astray
from
the
all
grand
colorful bouquet
serving up...
A gray buffet
A delayed cliche
Iron curtain with a core of dismay
A display of ascertain decay
with more caught,
queued in the cache.
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