Saturday 11/11/2023 11:04:00 PM

 the sky moans. bereft of god. 

we listen to the sound of our isolation with nervous resolve. 

despots mired in the flesh of slaves. our bondage strictly of our own creation. 

take the noose and puzzle the knot. knowing the maze cannot be solved. 

lay the traps. suffer the hunt. knowing we are the prey. 

a curious aberration.

abandoned by evolution. decimated by conceit. 

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