Envision gilded light off the coffin of the day
A suitable amount of breath left before the seal shuts
This fixation on promise has ended almost abruptly
We had a day!
We had light!
Now dwindling from smirks and all out laughter
At the accomplishments it's made
The feeble gathering
The figures becoming ghosts
What a sharp angle of light!
What a cancerous brilliance!
A tunneling stroke of an achievement!
We put to sale the goods of this earth
The last hand to plough
The rough skins off our backs now sold to soil
We fold them politely but in a casket bath
The soil dead in leaves brittle with inert intimacy
Ruined the holy safe house!
Ruined the liquor store!
Ruined the hair salon!
The mouths once dry
The tongues now solid
And as with every word that leaves them
They become casted as stones
Into the mouths of the ruined
They ruin each other
There is no one left untouched
And as with the old adages
To rubble, to dust, to ashes
The gilded light ceases as with us, as with us.
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