Listing in mirrors, reality drowning,
lies...
All across the causeways, trampling,
it dies...
Disaster in the midway, entangled,
lost, ensnared...
Halfway into madness, they struggled
and they flared...
The future is the future now, but only
so they say...
Mind, listing in media, a puppet to
the play...
Electro-shock without the pain, static
disarray...
Lost, the illusion of resistance, in
denial of existence...
Facing fears in one-oh-one, forgiven
in remittance...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
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