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Corporate CompostCorporate Compost by ~deesto
corporate compost
i = 0; while (i < ["ignorance"*∞])
{
echo "
out of the black portal
through the port hole
around and around the bends
on its way from end to beginning
through earth's glorious core
a product forged by fire
and filth and dark energy
a phoenix of flaming refuse
reborn and relaunched
out again into the earth
and in through a window
and — via osmosis — into an inspireable host
who devours its delicacy
who processes its squalor into acrid, audible taps
into bits and then bytes and words and then a file
Inquisition for an OutcastInquisition for an Outcast by ~deesto
A concentrated question comes booming, repeated from all sides,
In echoes perhaps, yet full of original insight
Like the murmur of whirling crowds as they flit past:
"Why live thusly? Without joy
without smile or sigh at a woman's touch
or the shifting weight of coins in your pockets?"
Because all hands--a woman's hand, my own--
All the fairest hands will wane, unyielding and spotted,
before their caress has ended;
And coins flow from pockets as life flows:
Without pause, without replacement,
Leaving the pockets outturned and longing
containers without content, without purpose, b
GenevaGeneva by ~deesto
I am not at home
And the process is broken
herded through gates
and stripped and searched and pushed through a funnel
To wait and wait and then
into a tunnel and a flying silo
35k in the air and 500 an hour
Disintegrating into space, particle by burning particle
and I still can't get to where I want to be
Hurtling over nothing through nothing to nothing
an endless arc in the darkness
to arrive alone in the midst of peaceful chaos
I don't speak the language of these sweet, brutal ancients
it seems impossible to communicate
to connect
but we find a way
It's a long, long way home
The streets are old and
civility at seaThe right, the left;civility at sea by ~deesto
the red, the blue;
the blind, the bereft;
all bludgeoning and blaming the other;
none bailing with buckets and bilging the decks free
of the blood that builds and threatens their brothers
and even themselves.
This ship is sinking.
Who will reach the epiphany that they, too, are sinking with it?
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