I'm wondering now if
Tomorrow, when I wake up
I'll forget this day ever happened.

Its wake of consequence absently
Sounded in white noise voice,
Soft whispers of a great taboo.

Pathological History:
Even for Me there were nice things

Sociopath Society:
Persuaded subtle rejections of pain

How dense can conventional apparatus be?
Contriving comfortable ignorance,
An inconvenient dream.

Postured hope urgently praying for
Well behaved inevitable endings.