The Pace of Small Eternities
Written by: Alan Lisanti (2015)
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Misanthropic Poetry
The hands turn
Despite resistance
Flooding components
Gears soaked in molasses
Golden sheen of atrophy
Like honey fresh from
Thriving hives
The perpetual circle
Will still complete
As time is determined
To stay the course
Throughout the suffering
You as the slave
To incremental institutions
Helpless in it's grip
And lured into it's
Falsified mercy
That looming eye
Upon the wall
Like silent commanding general
Rules the chaos of the world
Castrates it's reckless nature
And you only chase your tail
And stare at the culprit
And plead in silence
To speed it up
Or slow it back down
Or end it
A bargain or a
Sacrifice for every wretched minute
Give it up to get it back
Or give it all to live it
This redundant
Torture kills with
The subtlest precision
How many days
Doused in molasses
Before it claims
Its latest victim
The remnants of
Atrocity live on
Once I am taken
There upon the wall
Remains the killer
Unmistaken
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