All Me, Who Enters Here…

Souls stray far in this maze
This vacuum of replication and waste
Cramming the forest into bottomless, plastic coffins
And none care for what tongues they use

Crafting the art of misfire in urgent
Carbon-copy the world with absentminded click
Tethered to this, a buzzing hive of ineptitude and scandal
Raging in this vacuum of replication and waste

Speak your witticisms and written requests into the swamps
Where crickets chirp and nothing
Frozen in a roomful of silent stare
Returning to crash the keys and bathe in the remaining solemnity

The symbols of my love, my loyalty and misappropriation of time
Promote me to that higher level of witch trial
A ladder for me to hang
Doesn’t matter –

Its all just a vacuum of replication and waste

So please, don’t ask me

Not        another                fucking                 memo…


About LVital7019

Just your normal, everyday 9-5er. An uninspiring position in an inspirational non-profit moves me to constant goof-offery; aimless, on-the-job procrastination; a crankiness that borders on psychosis; and attempting to craft something meaningful with words. Just another so-called-job inspiring someone to feats of insanity with a hint of creativity... (Insert demonic laugh HERE.) View all posts by LVital7019

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