Theus

Yellow nursery papers burning slow 

Summer sky a bowl of pale glass

Information feed turning into snow 

Usual reptiles in the grass

 

Monopoly money in high-rise stacks

Choking horses in leveraged pastures 

Inane and uncanny crawled through the cracks

Thoughtless thought thinking to serve two masters 

 

 

Creating non creation erase 

What has been

Never was

Yet again appears

Bodies. Faces.

Making diamonds 

Without coal.





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