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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