The sad spectacle of human decline
Politics pathetic
In my solitude
World of strange design

California
Golden sun
Drift toward death
Un pequito fun

              Day is Done.

I fear the meaninglessness
But sense it in the Night
A tale of sound and fury
Just a little light

                    patience.

And if you look
Hard enough
Into tomorrow
You will see the
Future,
I will create.

Not out of hope.

Not out of love.

But out of persistence
In failure
And the strength
Of disobedience.

I am not a ray of light.

I am
A
Cataclysm.

I don’t know what’s going to happen
I don’t know what the outcome will be
And that
To me
Is the scariest part
Of everything

Despair. Patience.
Despair. Hope.

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Soon,

Winged creatures will fly,
Delicate flowers will begin to die.

But as for you, and the poetic I,
In fallow fields nearby

We will lie

And while-away-the-hours.
On a blanket, lying back

Watching summer's last sighs.
For she must soon say goodbye,

Goodbye and welcome fall.

middle of the night
started clapping and jumping
as mosquitoes hum.
19/9/2025