As expected

The levee didn’t break  
The sky didn’t fall  
The earth didn’t shake  
Death didn’t call  
 
Words wouldn’t bleed  
Hope wouldn’t seed  
Fear didn’t need  
What despair couldn’t breed  
 
The lazing left to rot  
The pompous hot to trot  
The fire and the pot  
Brewed apathy and the lot  
 
Run away as expected  
The mirror has no feet  
Bygone dreams uncollected  
In limbo with self-deceit.  
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Image - Francesca Woodman 1977 (https://www.nationalgalleries.org/art-and-artists/85851/self-deceit)