IX

B29559d4a577ce9da5357fb9f03a53abby Andrew Breen23 Sep 2017

Cracked hull,
sinking
ship of fools
consumed
by plasma luminescence
and
fear of the Deep's
sleep.
Refugee-Usurpers
belonging to far away cities--
impeccable
monuments
to the desire
for more--
thrust upon
glass
landscapes,
without
consent.
Cervine Autochthonous,
who once
touched
the Dust from which
we all came,
and had
"No use
of metal, corn or wine,
or oil."
A polity of Idleness;
by
contraries;
without sovereignty.