Legacy of the lost 

Coming to terms

with a world

that assails at

every turn.

 

 

The disempowered

showered with fragmentary

elements of naiveté

that burn flagrantly

betraying the

consequence

of providence

that lies at arms reach.

 

 

Those inclined

to teach

beseech the gathered –

but their cries

are relegated to static

not a siren song

to be followed.

 

Leaving the muddled

confines of legacy

debased, hollow, emaciated –

time is fleeting

bell tolls

a long drone echoes

the flatline beckons.

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