Resignation collects along work garb,
settling timorously
as inadequacy settles much the same
on the mind.
A cathedral dominates the skyline,
piously anointing the horizon.
Such beatitudes fall on desecrated faith:
for no communion with holy ghosts
have staved the day’s septic shades.
Wind lashes leaves like Hephaestus at the forge;
Boreas' yowling screams echoing the hammering,
tireless molding of metals pliable
yet enduring.
The same shall not be said of recent modalities,
the sorts contrived in automobiles seething
with apathy.
These poetic bastions breeding the proletarian dirge—
an ode anesthetizing.
Akin to the way village parking stipulations
cater to the baser impulses of civilian rage,
these petulant wants of the weekday ennui
corroding the manacles of the gilded dream
Americana.
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