The symbolism
is no longer talisman.
The word,
no longer symbol.
Meaning
not polarized, but flipped.
The Times End is here.
It all rages now,
all fronts,
full on.
The whole sky
is false,
and getting away
with it
because
we're stroking
mirrors darkly
down here.
Flat?
She's dead, Jim,
and you keep throwing her
a ball!
Martian ice
and singing stars,
the only hope ...
Lies in wishing jars.
Aliens we are,
UFOs the white blood cells
Gaia fever epic storm.
Indiginous rape
It's is all the norm,
pretend lines and names
instead of things they are
and hate before love byfar.
Occupation.
Siege. Dirty tricks.
Wedding tent slaughter
from un-Wright-brothered laughter joysticked so,high above.
Capital slaughters Great Mother,
and sprites of her unseen
Joan of Arc now unleashed.
The Gate opens,
but only
as the meadows burn.
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