bright lights penetrate morning fog
a celestial renaissance rebirth
no handmaidens standing by
no influence of any kind
authority pushed aside this day,
blue skies and fluffy clouds ride
along the horizon - a pretense of
what's to come - landlords claim
right before an increase in fees,
we are led to believe by our peers
crime is a byproduct of affluence
so, we have none of that around,
lending our futures to caretakers
who race mustangs on Sundays,
bright lights reach us eventually
clearing up all of mental fogs
and those yet to be, like some
soulless journey we all must take
before we are allowed to think,
disturbing not those around us
but those who are inside us
with their constant bantering
and reminders of our inferiority.
November 11, 2025
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