Paving the Way, Far & Away

 



still a'raged with endgame fury,
channeled into limp, impotent weeping,
wit such terminal gestures that'll defy
gra
vity
at every twisting turn. No mo' future left
in this chronic weariness, complicated
by the trials of family love, it's tribulations
dingle dangle in the force of the giant
engines. You know. The ones that drive
massive ships laden with Our commodities,
despoiling the seas with millions of tons of
Shit, some of it toxic, every fckn day on every
fckn day of every fckn year. Thousands of 'em
at sea at any given moment, any given day,
making billions for that select few and providing
us
with that much more cheap clutter to convince
me
that my needs are sated every bloody day fulfilled.
I
turn and contemplate my shriveled, overfed body, now
knowing that it never was any thing worth clinging to, but
clinging (for dear life) none the less. After all, it says we're
done, we're damned to amass tons of brand new crap
to keep feeling secure through every darkened night, were
lost daughters are said to dwell


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