The Crash

Broken ideations

Bricking us in…

We chose

This plush mediocrity,

Spreading the mortar

With our silence

 

Slight by slight,

We forgot it was our own hands

That were delivering

 

And now it is no longer

For amusement.

 

We can taste a Frenzy coming

As we fling forward

Like sharks, now; to breathe we must keep going.

 

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