Lumber dragged
To burn in a pyre
Fit to be seen,
From Outer Space.
Ghosts from nowhere
Crisscrossing
Fucking with limbo.
The days rolled
Into- Life
Time for a poultice
Of action born of need
To rouse and incentivise
The minutes as they crawl.
Essentials... negotiate
Trust in these hours
Spent meeting past gains?
Preparing for- late glimmer?
Rubbish.
Brand muscles with more
More relevance
More meaning
More diplomacy toward self
The outward effort has been necessary
But a calling gains momentum.
The smell of an Order
Designed to articulate
Best lives lived
Through well-articulated whim
And intelligent fancy.
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