In a soggy trance,
preoccupied
with the constant tribute
to a pedestrian dose of
imperial preaching,
a courtship that’s responsible
for an unfortunate queue
of shelved laborers.
The shape of the initial
switch from humor to urgency
is a flawed definition of ego,
a roar of discipline.
Scrape renegade
particles into the palm,
a looping error with a missing
asset. The method is a compound
courtesy driven into a microphone
then ejected from an engineered
nerve into the galley,
bandages banished,
feasting on the currency
of charity, a sharp rotation
in the trench, the distribution,
separation, hot and broken.
Society’s helpless cry,
such an explicit noise.
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