Truths unchanging
eventually become a lie... a man complacent, is eternally tangential

to all that is fast
to all that is future

the epilogue empties, the arc has flatlined, fast forward if you must, toward forever, yet there is no substance to be found

your sentenced to be a windy day Eternal tether
neither holding nor held

This breeze. This wind gust.
Foil flips, sunlight bouncing, as it spins in the sun... this trash is gaining traction now
you only get the icons you are worthy of

your children sentenced to bow to those polyethylene pariahs repurposed as heroes
be still
pray away the bad man, and bubble wrap the rest