endean prophecie

since the changing of ages

there are unfamiliar spaces

roaming with a loss in this cage

a chunk of history stolen

leaving grief, a prompt to search

reliving the death of dead canines

mother missing

up and up the endless staircase

world obscured by haze

machine from which the music plays

is broken down.

HDD crash.

the discs are of unknown origins

i cannot sequence their DNA and therefore I fail

people are not dancing.

i am not paid the amount needed to sustain me

the employer says i am past the stage

instead i’m given keys


for the doors and bridges have long been burnt down

maybe the force of disposal will reinforce my status

that i’m past the age

building instead

the construct in the west



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