shelter from this life of consequence surrendered
bedlam breathing dusk into the repetitious eye
poisoned by apologists remiss in their submission
willful condemnation bleeding patience running dry
solitude now falls on beds of untread indignation
settled into sediment beset by endless ire
spent in exile inauspicious, brazenly appointed
by ears abating airs embellished in untended fire
hellish masochism pulling anchor free from mooring
ochre skies of rancor shedding fools who never tire
hailing from the advent of the spreading plague of ingress
hell-bent on a hegemony held on headless spire
a voice proclaiming every thought’s unspoken circumspection
evasively as broken vigilantes yet conspire
to vindicate cold execution through lucid delusion
the boldest death behest of sordid souls long since bemired
Max, or Not 
Heartbreaking.
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