screams emitted from the pores
of our soul reverberate through
night's essence, subtle and
somewhat endearing, crisscrossing
through Pandora's box, motivated
by an incessant desire, mission
critical noise, largely ignored...
perils of Pauline resurface,
discovering doctor Who and
the realms of possibilities...
hidden in the vaults of time are
the secrets desperately desire
by the creations once divine,
we serve loyalty not subservience
or cluster communities of false
empathy for the less possessed.
children indoctrinated on crime
freely roam of streets of failure
looking to score the next hit,
encouraged by grandparents who
want them out of the house...
associations of a similar kind
flock to empty rooms, seeking
justice for their thoughts that
reverberate throughout the valley
like some weather phenomenon.
fearful of our past, we cling onto
a tentative future that covers more
holes than an auditorium when the
tickets are reasonably priced.
we fuel our rocket desires with
Viagra substitutes, preying on those
who did not make the sports team
while negotiating treaties with the
enemies of all our recent enemies.
June 22, 2025
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