I advance masked
Through eddying crowds
Of my dreamless fellows.
We have offered them up,
Severed, hacked, mutilated
And burnt at the stake
In our mindless sacrificial rite
Baptized daily life.
What we seek is the peace of dreamless sleep.
What we receive
Is ash.
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2 comments:
edgy, intelligent and enunciated. im vastly impressed, as always.
"What we seek is the peace of dreamless sleep..."
So true.
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