Every death dies with dreams
The list of what one wishes to
employ and annihilate
Go forth like all the mass of the
universe
Reverted to energy only to bang the
locker once more
The rattle hums tangent along
inaudible to absolute volume
Quaking in a quark’s prick to a
nebula’s enormity
So in one dreams of revolutions
chanting songs of freedom
From the larynx of a cancerous brain
Electric signals traveling time’s
cascade from a negative charge to a positive
The electrons fire the coil winding
frantically ignorant to the breaking point
Hope rests like a mound of mourners
at every suicide’s elected funeral
Oh what a tragedy; comedic genius,
far too young
Escaping the point of a depressed
recognition
That it was the mind one had to live
inside that the pall laments
Which the dead was escaping; the
cosmic hell
Of seeing beyond the panoply of
societal distraction
Breathing, vibrating and digesting
the order and chaos wrestling
The elephants and asses sodomizing
ants
The sugar oiled soybeans proselytizing
against the sun devil
In favor of an idol in ticker toga
raging Taurus
To believe anyone gets it all in or
out
That a plan allocates precise
measures
Decide go do, go be
The hour is a decapitated chicken
running
Breathe sons and daughters, breathe
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