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This day I awoke in poisonous smoke

from my sleep upon pillows of rust

And I spoke to the wild like a motherless child

All alone and unable to trust.

And a flood cleaned the streets, freed the gutter from creeps

fluid moment when dust turns to mud

and a cloudbursting rain numbs all your pain

but it only retreats to come back.

All the bridges I crossed - ropes that I tossed

on the endless ascend to apex

have been wasted time – i was led by blind

one woe keeps devouring the next.

Powdery mildew spreads over those living dead

Trapped deep in the paltriest of lives

Destitute - ill repute – suffer in solitude

Not an acre of wheat will survive.

ruthless, cold determination

pushed by forces of gravity

into the bottomless pit

of idle self-contemplation

marks the tombstone for destiny

on the massgrave of time.

Disorder and devotion -

rivers become oceans

a maelstrom - crushing coastlines

leaving chaos and commotion

flotsam and jetsam

washed ashore by the waters

within the most precious things

this pityful life can bring

Mankind,

Apes in search of salvation

murderous crown of creation

drenched in morality,

behold the catastrophe

We are

the heavenly ill congregation

winding in self mutilation

like a turin horse tenderly

we embrace our misery.