Infectious rage and grief and bewilderment
of how we ended up back here among horrors
once escaped, engulfing us again,
lost cause humanity
on the edge of oblivion or
a miracle performed by Living Word
at this point my vote as meaningless
as my last visit to a ballot box,
this mote of electronic dust
taped to the echo chamber of a blog,
resonant with emptiness,
exiled on main stream flutter in a stilling breeze.
Silence smiles because I say so,
and line lengths grow until they don't reach apogoee
except when nudge over the lip of an ending.
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