imagine
we are dead
dream
about life
when you
were alive
what is it
can you see
this double edged
knife
remarkable history
marks us
down
a fire sale
something corporations
autocrats
brutal war
threw away
withdrew
sanity
hard core
when
those tanks
rolling
rumble up your street
breathing fire
troll travel
deep into your muddied brain
crud
fire and storm
like bolt lightning
electrifying
frying
your hemispheric being
if you wake
frantically tomorrow
hemorrhagic
how much blood
crying
will you see
running down avenues
draining
pouring
all this muck
into bombed out streets
perhaps somewhere
maybe
less tragically
at the bottom
of the trunkless sea
there is a place
naturally
rectified
suckless
where life
can
truckless
somehow
be

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