-03.16.2023-
Shall I sue those mechanisms in dotage
As their excuse for my punctured sandglass.
Paying nothing, fluffy buffy vouchers.
Let vulgars bulge inside voracious votes.
Is vaunted victory of the villains?
Or haunting vanities, veiled populace?
Dealt not should fiat or law but conscience
Devoured. By no means unravel ever.
Time is gold, said all; doom you, gold burglar.
Blaming not you, puppets of capital.
Never know what misdeed you devoted.
Absent ten times could salve no more than sole
Compensation but genuine sanctions
On the Joker. Sacrilegious poaching
Is dear beloved twilight; isn’t their own
Crepuscular crew?
So when mellifluous, crooned spiel has brought
The dew in your moody, innocent looks.
Was myself as blind as those overlooked
One’s opal? Confused by my dreary limbs
Profused stray nuggets, diary, and logs
Of packed cargo, those who I was among.
Denying stroke and thus I flow inside
This trance of narrative and expletive
When indignant plethora overblows;
When fathomed not my fume but opaque fogs
Throughout the incessant rummage around
And along the heartbroken carousel.
Or every dot behind every letter,
Every word and every sentence results
From whale without my will?
Then their vanishing visage ends vainly
In freedom, despite nowhere could have gone.
Then their ephemeral essence visits
by ravenousness, charging me to quote.
Then delve in, to retrace and to remain
The bum resentment and refreshing role.
As genies annoyed me once not enough
And foregone accuse, like facets of me
Caressed and cocooned. Decomposed boulder.
Left only finicky physique and phobes,
In phones and somnolence.
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