Cult of perpetuity

Always black and white.
Never any grey matter.
Gifted grifters shifting whispers.
Savouring the blood spatter.
 
Always by the book.
Whichever takes your fancy.
Well read swelled heads.
All to say they're not empty.
 
Muse and murmur.
Crickets and birds chirping.
Mundane muttering mimics.
Unschooled fish grouping.
 
Like I never left.
Familiar yet so strange.
Rewound paused recording.
Funny how things change.