When you're dead,
We'll mute the tough claims out of your sonnets, Dismissing the realism they bled, Accepting society's pathological curse to reflect the unmentionable fixation with everlastingly reaching for the unreachable pinnacle of society's totem wealth pole that we interpret as the only product worthy of achievement in this life...
In lieu of willing forgetfulness,
I never existed... Did I...?
Monday, April 25, 2016
Hive Family Mind: I
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