Boundless love,

Shouldn’t boundless love

Want us wise,

Weatherproof-like?

Or windjammers,

Sheltering,

Wrapped in tech-wear,

Holy,

Albeit years in the making,

Climbers?

Like much is to be gained

At the feet of solitude

Surrounded by the world

Fire in the heart-

Burning doubt.

Yet the residue,

Desire’s ashes

Spearhead outward injury,

Bring conquest to life:

Contemporary,

liberal,

motivational,

Influencing

Tangible, concrete goals:

The harvest of a soulless army

Multipurpose,

Crunching on

In continued contradiction

Gateway LCD

Progressively condoning the means

Then masked,

By profusely remunerated,

Skilled rhetoricians

Deployed for our good night sleep.

This is how I came to miss thrills I never mastered

Not quite remorse.

Halfway home has become a state of mind

So has ‘gone fishing’

Plain disaster

Post-potential misrepresentation

With no equivalent main lines.

We’ll end up on plastic lures

Fresh, out of the cruel mould

Barricading us and them

Trained in cold acts

Albeit years in the making.

Don’t be surprised if no one cares

When faith lays with me

In this mass grave

Caterpillar shaking our new forever home

Where sages treaded long ago

We live on

Under their footprints.

Our immune souls,

Craving parental consent

Like a dull blade over daily bread

Are forever foreigners,

Not unlike total disintegration.

This childish sorcery, purposely sadistic

Is the ever caging oblivion dance.

Still somehow

Merriment always escapes

Bars cannot contain fumes

Or hope

Or the insolence

Of another birth, branching out

Cantilevered from despair

Like death is any different

Pray linear disbelief, when history unfolds

What could have been better,

Other than pacing up and down

Emergency rooms gone

As all those years spent toiling over books

Accruing goals, wisdom,

The same idols you want to burn

And I say YOU meaning ALL of us

Time and again

Trying to point at the tumultuous layering

The tangled dilemmas

Math unsolved

It’d be nice if hate was a chemistry issue,

We could poison the reservoirs

Dilute, for all to ingest

Democratically

Be swallowed by mild resentment

Or the conventional embodiment of

Hierarchy

Lackluster mouthfuls’ galore

Should we ever just avert

Ignore

All of the above

And ascend to the turning point

Never be alone

Being able to enjoy

A full minute of attention

Albeit years in the making