Daily missive for Thursday the 16th of January.
Talk to me
Without rancour
In real-time
Before symptomatic
Plunder
Takes away the reason
For a metaphor
Plainly spoken
Steal my thunder
It is not worthy
Of your attention
When the detail
Of which you are certain
Is not revealed
Without a curtain
Coming down
On the performance
Of our lives
Give me time
To solve the riddle
Of my position
In the charts
Before the stars move
Further in the sky
Realigning universal truths
Retrograde amnesia
Astronomical
Dyskinesia
Earthly tremors
Displacing all the wisdom
Of the ages
With the politics
Of chaos
Bearing down
On the apostate
Dying to conform
Praying for belief
When there is none
Other than the notion
Of self-interest.
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