There's a thumping in the back of my brain.
Oh (and with out doubt)
I am lost.
Brow furrowed
fists clenches
an out-pouring of tears
follows dry
dry
dry
Sob.
We thought this was through the looking glass
Convinced we had reached
the other side of paradise.
And I find
(grimacing, as Cheshire feline
howls, jubilant)
Dystopian slurs have made a fool
of such beautiful naive minds
Trapped in a wasteland
of ever circling crows,
(dis)believing everything has gone to hell
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