Change is a Distant Hope

Disinterested consciousness,

     Challenge under strict measures of newspeak audits after derelict calls for the pariah to revision the poet-agonist's change the heart of just one sandcastle earth citizen from apathy to creative avenues if aiding others via art's paint never needed a brush stroke to cover up the unclottable scars still half bleeding amidst ashes as they mend cauterised by a seemingly renegade happened on illegitimate rogue chance entitled luck's stroke of therapeutic genius upon the canvas of a conscience... Dream I only hope gets met, Somewhere... Someday.

In earnest anticipation,