The Casualty

Clinging to life,
a brand
new poltergeist
watches clouds
erupt.

Volcanic
touch, a vocation of
fucking up
earth
and sky.

At its crux,
always prone to
counter
epiphany
while altering
the
symmetry
of survival

and misery.

And with its detonation,
we’re the patient zero of
creationists

painting windless bliss over
blossoms inside
eternal autumns of

dark
endeavour.

Sunsets come
and go but

fallout is forever.

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