common divinity

been forgotten
the ill gotten
gains
of the rotten
nectar of ambrosia
spilled
from the trembling lips
of divinity
to slither
across the land
like serpents
of desire

my mind aches
yet
it pains me
to medicate
to deviate
to contemplate
a world where
the agony
doesn’t linger
like the last
listless kiss
of love
gone to coal

i am inebriated
on
the foolish wonder
of misanthropic
ideals
of mass appeals
of journeying
into the surreal
to find
one last bastion
of common sense
in a land
devoid
of anchored
thoughts

a plethora
of like minded
individuals
subverting
individuality
to stumble
inadvertently
into the warm confines
of hive mind
brutality
as the sycophantic
hoardes
cry for blood
in the very same streets
they caroused
as youths
freely

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