Messiah dreaming
We stand at a
forgetful point.
A new silence
awaits us.
We stand at a
forgetful point,
crafted by
ambrosial solipsism.
We stand at a
forgetful point.
We’re in the
audacious dark.
We stand at a
forgetful point
in this kingdom of
atrophy.
We stand at a
forgetful point,
sun-bathing life
necrotic.
We stand at a
forgetful point,
forgetting our own
image
in the mirror of
shrapnel,
speaking shards
into arteries
pumping lies
parallel panic
attacks Alabaster
America,
hollow as a ghost,
spiritless jaundice
& gunfire.
We stand at a
forgetful point.
Hangman of peace
gazes at
child’s empty
electric exorcism.
We stand at a
forgetful point.
Unpursed lips
slide somber SOS.
We stand at a
forgetful point.
Can you hear
Serenity’s sarcasm?
We stand at a forgetful
point,
convinced of no
next sigh
upon the altar of
smiley emojis,
with the wind of
woke wanderers
in Neon Nazi now.
We stand at a
forgetful point.
Ahead of our bodies,
we’re alive:
somewhere,
somewhere else…
Counting tomorrow,
we’re inebriated
with hope,
looking for the
next fix.
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