The Rabble Unraveled

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Slowly breathe the dandelion dust
sent skyward—
the rapier of sentience blurred out
in constant conscious efforts.

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The Day’s toll extracts desire,
pummels passion to pitiable dust.
The sole savior of Reality’s ruthless scythe:
the undying flutter inside.

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The slow stutter within your mind
—the rage— crescendo building,
Sense losing all sentience
amidst the torrent of nonsensical
emotion.

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Time is the wiliest thief,
the cut-purse supreme:
a monger of illicit truths.
The invariable avalanche of youth
roars riotously— but in times so few.

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At Day’s break
the faithful drone of monotony
succeeds in awaking
the stifled rebellion,
the hellion of exploration—
silently dying within the tethers of duty.