lines are crossed, seasons lost
peril follows us all,
woven weaves unwind
unraveling our dreams
sadistic crowds mock each other
in the streets of Los Angeles,
tubes of lava flow underground
bringing in new species
only realized in nightmares...
victims of leisure crowd the beaches
looking to take home the sun
enduring the sand and water
to be bronzed all over
shedding their whiteness forever.
jubilant warriors dance and die
on the battlefield, rejoicing
in their deaths, leaving behind
a life in which they no longer
had the same beliefs with which
they had been born...
mustached tax collectors roam
the streets of our communities
looking for donations
finding empty souls and pocket,
the cradle of life now destroyed
replaced by artificialities,
remakes and deep fakes,
leaving us wondering about reality.
June 15, 2025
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