Inward Revolution.

Dispensible, disposable, long
reign the fallen king,
Drown in fear, what comes near,
in fear of that inner breathing
thing,

Just a wing on the cusp of
IT,
Way out, onward, nowhere,
just another way to
split,

Dispensible, disposable,
long reign that forgotten
one,
That long lost irradiated
dispicable son,

Ape in the eye of God,
survived the violent turbulent
evolution,
Revolution against that
disposable thing, toward some
debated solution,

Hit in the eye, blackened,
recourse without a
back end,
That twitchy stitchy wounded
hole,

Ever radiant, that neglected
soul...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/25/2013