i must find better ways to spend my time
then trudging through subconscious vines
lingering feelings of thoughts divine
lifting arid sights of mine
but alas, it's broken, this chain of bounty
the levels of prudence i was counting,
fatigued, fall all measured fountains
of loveless rejoice, the farce amounting
bleeding cupids solely lie
upon the solid tests of eye
sullen arrows, broken, bent
a mocking only of heart's content
swift sliding toward socialism, seen
through uncannily wary and vacant dreams
no picturesque windows of placid scenes,
there is no peace, if you act as queen.
for whose pulse is it, but our own?
the covetous mindsets we have grown?
lusting totality we've been shown,
through no society we have known
what end to inconsequential plight
of self-submerged consciousness of mind?
the dowry of vivid and worthy sight
an embrace of the innocent opening of life.
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Submission Name: untitled.
