An Absolute Discourse

The Pinnacle of my infatuation
With diseased organic compounds;
Bearing the truth.

Hopelessly I wander
Earth’s incoherent terrain,
Stepping barefoot
On an urban landscape.

Seas of broken glass,
Mixed up in Mesopotamian
Interdependencies;

My face forlorn,
Gluing dust and shadow,
Between breaths.

Design flaws,
As the gas chamber ignites,
And the dead burn.

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