Time strains credulity,
restrains the mire of neutrality—
when explosive compounds called Desire
regenerate on notions of expansion,
the material propulsion of necessity
shall rue the day of temperance:
wreathing all in miasmic mendacity.
Words suffice
within the lovely vice
of intelligentsia.
A moment of repose,
bespoken of cantankerous woes
unearths wisdom
hidden
amidst voracious calamities.
Let diseases win,
a contagion of kin,
eradicating dignity
with false precision.
The vindictive decisions
of pragmatic prisms
reside in dogmas outdated
—carpenters uncouth and jaded—
will resurrection upon a brighter hue,
one bereft of antediluvian idiocies—
a pure epiphany
of unfettered dignity.
Time permits a momentary ignorance,
reclaim it
or indulge the baleful withering.
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