Canto 1
CANTO 1
I did not want to have been this incarnate foolish tool,
in a time of stupid lies upon which society has built
its dusty hopes.
A myriad of embalmed thoughts accosted through
a digital score.
Each corporate flower grown upon its on altitude forlorn
silken tie to the concrete and fiscal lies.
The pertinence of space comprises a crust thrown to families of dogs,
spaced evenly upon cube’s of green vermillion grass.
How long in application to the virtuous lines through
money tubes of foregone information.
As sales rise and fall on false emotions. A Collage within
Fractal glass.
Info divided in Permeating loops upon Neptunes ballroom floor which rests a great
Cemetery of sand,
To which the ghosts of mariners dance.
Till our chorus of persona
Impervious and transient appear to connect.
Those Words burnt not into stone
But liquid crystal of the deceptive monuments of a bygone meme.
That which is good and bad traverse equally distant
The crust
Spat out by the family of dogs
In fair light of the
Open waters
Land worn bridges
And war-torn hearts.
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