UNTITLED


marching through the rain
my persuasions are the only shelter from the pain
exertions of a tormented soul
a life sacrificed,hung on a pole
time spent lecturing a specter
i become invisible to the coming inspector
guilty as charged
i do detest those in charge
matching looks and character
the balance of power I do fracture
a willing Isaac to the cause
though littered with flaws
my opinions might demand a pause

a detour to a lost paradise
forty days to our promised land
a corrupted mirage of Nirvana
to days wasted on a flickering tube
to fingers fitter than ourselves
to dreams aborted on a couch
and aroused discussions of failures
to incepted protests
and choreographed illusions of peace
to order born of chaos

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