Modernity sounds so much like too much like

She's a mother

Not a trucker, mister bucks,

Too mature

She seems atypical maternal wit

Matrimonious

Age of knowing better...

And most times bedwetter babes

Ignorance can't write you letters

So now how's this just now

New most times certain to be

Better

The weather our love encounters

Living Modernism

A breath without Lies

I chose to utterings no longer

Long means "dragon"

Wars' fiery language

How loud dead pasts linger

Mosaic hearts that we are

The bird is the finger

Hate's invisible fire

Chaos speaks

When no truth in modernism

Where none dare to sleep.

More fashion forward

The All of Ages

The pages the Here and Now

Modernism weeps

Her mystique...

Knowing How.

Now...