Concussive forces
threaten the
sanctity of sanity.
A calamity of worlds –
colliding with
parallel universes –
giving birth to
terse dispersals
that
reek of rehearsals
of the unspoken.
Gravitational pulls
of what is,
but can’t be –
tendered to the sacrilegious.
Abandoning
the woeful.
To
tread on ground
fermented by
the pungent brew –
that utility
of
their futility.
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