🔵 By Marcel Boniface. Photo by lauragrafie.
The eight continent’s a lop-sided eternity –
Recondite Leprosarium –
Cyphers in the over-crowded odeum –
Vicarious sunlight in the moonlight –
A concumption caught in Sinclair’s jungle –
Immured by individualism and subjectivism –
All passports were confiscated where a multi –
versal loophole tampers with time
Sixty-third seconds and twenty-seventh hours –
Pluto’s a decent Lord
When you realize he’s doing a bid
That began decacenturies ago –
These trees aren’t trees
These resources aren’t relief
These waters are for washing
But don’t drink them –
The illegitimacy of American Narratives
Soliciting social placebos is epitomozed
In the American dream and
What to do with the American nightmare –
The false integer of the American way
In the Algorithm of prosperity
Miscalculates how one might possess success
And How all might possess the rest –
Crime is a symptom and Pluto
plays „Requiem“ for a triple word score –
It’s frigid like a tundra –
Swan song whe one prays
For Suicide by Fire –
Pluto’s dawn orient is accidental.