a heavy scent of divine apathy

falling into
the heartbeat of
the universal
throbbing pulse
coursing underneath
paper machè facades
hiding the abyss
roiling in shades
of echoing wonder
pulled deeper
along the invisible
currents swirling
insoluble desires
forming layers of
silted strata to
document the tribulations
for future explorers
to witness the folly
in mortal failings
a series of perfectly
preserved fossils
locked in stasis
just out of step
with divine misfortune
the heady scent of
apathetic denouements
in slithering waves
washing over this
insipidity of dream
an insubstantial
coalescence in
dynamic disinterest
lost in the pulse
of paper machè heartmurmurs

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