Like Water Falls~
Where shall we run as the future falls like water fallsSealing the sun under suture walls curtains of iron
Reverberate the angry clangor and dingy, stingy profligate din
Anxious thorax echoing the language of tin,
All movement is ghostly in dimensions of mad removal
Waiting for nothing but some powerful idiot approval
Numbers crumble in their stalls, stacks of money babble on
Lemon faced Mother spiels the Summer reels into autumnal stun
Put away the say to bed the day is turning red as rain
Again the way is poorly planned faith understands overall
Paths turn into knots of tangles rusted angles viper sharp
Masquerade as traders trade your souls for an infomercial angel harp
Dyes are past and lots are cast into dim grey bedsits classified burning pits
Of graduated rates of taxable fire as dumbness mutes in fed farm stalls
Where shall we run as the future falls like water falls~
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-10-15 at 11:32
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