World

It will never be

A total

Love thing with

The World,

When voices waft

Behind

Holographic Doors,

Bent to become

Soiled recitations,

Burials planned,

The long hearse called for,

In steeped water

Blackened

To suns

Wasting

Glares

On illicit ocean beds.

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