Two Thousand Square Acres of Genteel, RoughHouse Fun

 

an-other run through pixel farm
to think, to see, to reap who is
right with what is wrong.

polarity or paradox beating on
doors deaf to any such expansion
of perspective, sick to even consider

such elemental "change". Who have
we here? who have we? who are we?
when were we here?

christ'awmighty! Look at what the fuck
we have wrought. Turning heaven into
a mightily heated hell. Wil we burn?
 W ill we drown? Or, perhaps just quietly
suffocate inside  unrelenting expectations?

Hiding places are all booked for season.

Seaside properties swept away
in the storm in the storm in the storm
called calamity while insuring the
investments  in an abstract world
of neoprene comfort...(if you still can)
(if you still would), (if still there was
any rational reason).

The moral of this story
                           to be provided
                                         by entities
                                                  undisclosed.

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