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Maybe you’ve flirted
With funeral
Widows
Perhaps even mirrored
Their bleak
Weeping willows
But pillows have ways
Of prescribing more pill woes
And roses
Can’t say
Where the amorous
Thrill goes
And those of us
Willing to
Vow to take part
Should take heart
In unduly
How truly
We mark
The occasions
As often
As coffins
And ravens
Engrave them
And to our most
Sordid devices
Enslave them
All I have sacrificed
Given
Permitted
By seeking asylums
To which I’m committed
In more ways than one
With the refugees
Numb
To the wounds
We’ve inflicted
As lord of the slum
Bidding done
In the shadows
Or flooding the zone
And regardless
What pile of ****
Sits the throne
I alone cannot save us
Just stark raving
Madly
Homegrown
Terror
Raise us
To less ill-informed,
More illumined,
Dissent
To consenting
Too big to failed
Experiment
Remember
We censor them too
Through the screens
Satirizing
And lionizing
The machines
That have codified
History’s
Dissident screams
Surreptitiously
Silenced
Yet echoing themes
Of more radical
Violence
Inflicted to quell
Such repellent invasions
Of interconnected
Manchurian agents
From somewhere external
Hard drive
Or internal
Disservices
Revenue
Revenants’
Journal
Is purged
From the room
And the record
Expunged
But the text is eternal
When wechat
Among
Our unruly, yet orderly
Disciplined minds
Turn the weapons they’ve formed
Against us
Into crimes
Because no can hide
Their free speech
From the markets
And we can Biden to its
Capitol’s carcass
Or Trump card the world
Like a billionaire Marxist
Unplugged from the shrug
And suggest me a drug  
Is the microprocessor
Encrypting the bug
Though haunting
To sleep beside
Restless anxiety
Knowingly some of it
My
Impropriety
Life
Seems a far more  
Heartbreaking affair
If you are not
Somehow
In my everywhere
For when barely a prayer
Anymore
Can sustain us
Your faith in me
Loyalty
Truly explains us
And you are the sing
To my song
Only one
Who has sung me a serenade
Back
To show love
Even when
Not of words
But expression
Reform it
Your warm embrace
Tireless grace
So adorns it
In some more transcendent
More sacred
Devotion
My dearest,
My Evi,
The moon to my ocean
How would I conclude
How it all comes to ruin
What numinous
Unities
Herd the immune  
To communing
With singular focus
Attuning
To radio frequencies
Secretly
Beaming
Subliminal
Messengers’
Meddlesome
Scheming
With such
Efficacious
Outreaching
Embraces
From nations
And races
To homeostasis
And placing their faith
In the edifice gifted
The natural state shifts
From resist
To submissive
Based on a term coined by Medieval Middle Eastern scholar Ibn Khaldun and Westernized in Peter Turchin’s “War and Peace and War”
Close as I’ve
Ever yet
Ventured
To fathom
As if
My imagine
Could reach out and grab them
The weapons we’ve formed
Unto prosperous ends
To the victor go spoils
And I write the ends
Of the stories
Of glorified
Government forms
To fill out
And redoubt us
In Ivy League
Dorms
In the master class
Master’s degrees
Culture norms
I would have it
More United
Than divided
If I could
Reignite a revolution
From the test of time
Withstood
In this unrest of mine
No Palestine
Awoken to
The genocide
Need still attest its
Battled tested
Children of thalidomide
To such administrative tasks,
Some feckless
Court of nation’s asks
So kindly
Deafened world
To hear
The sound of greedy leaders
Clear
Beyond the echo chamber
Breaches
How these parasitic
Leeches
Reap and keep us all
Addicted
On forever war’s
Enlisted
From one soldier ant
Who trod
In workers’ steps
As well
As God’s
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