disfigures the happy faces
waving back, at me
through a cracked screen
they are so thoughtful
on a loop repeating a speech
of parasocial brew
a deadly cocktail, attire and regal format
blade in the ribs; poison for dessert
no farewells or goodbyes for everyone dies
in the end. in this perfect story no ones worth it
seemingly summoned into being
a foot on a landmine afraid of running into paradise
I dreamt of Buddha buried in white crystal sand
the gravitas a spear through the reset of misty rain in a sad day
a walk by the park in source for reasons
to contemplate what power contained in breathing
can produce the euphoria born in Eden
the bitterness of salt awash this island
has us preserved in volcanic tomb
Julian the whale a titanic watchtower, both guardian and villain
demon and angel for his belly contains sustenance and grave
never truly an empty space for refuse
nor salvation for the drown rejoin the cycle
anew, hard to realize the release is not found in a crux
but a coffin instead, name engraved my heartbreak.
cemented the design meant to unfold
swallowing whole the specie that aware
thought itself special and unique
a flawed logic self-imploding from inside
an avalanche of tremendous conseguence
alas, in the spectral of the aftermath the individual
does not matter but should we split the atom
we will all die
as babies we shan't strive
nor survive without a nurturing kind guidance
a blessing now forgone, out of reach
I never understood why I felt inapt
felt broken and less than human
I now remember I went into hiding
and gone back to sleep.
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