today
a revolution
of revelations
a realm
that saw Pandora balk
when prudence beckoned
spoken loud
with furtive tongue
and lead
plunged into stomachs
antiquity of yore
be damned!
unleash the ire
of auric eras
proof no longer proves itself
as pugilists pave roads
to known ends
repugnance once reviled
arrived on time
fresh from the guileless turnstile
forevermore
to be revered
the fantasy
afforded
by a fear-borne conflagration
in exploitative excess
burning eyes
seek rhyme for reason
passion now dispelled
complacent
pleads heard passively
“pray, let us perish!”
atop impervious spires of privilege
blind men have no need
for windows
wastrels are not wont to wist
and ignorance
no longer blissful
wishes death
upon the stars
while staring back
from past perspectives
more afraid
though less afar
Max, or Not 