I feel it in the rage
flowers of rhetoric and intrigue
wiping smog from my eyes
coughing in the wake of some machine
I feel it in the sorrow.
In the tireless wind that peels away the dust from the earth
In the reckonings of the future
As the tireless storm of life
Unravels us all
I feel it in the exhaustion
With bloodshot eyes
Tooth and nail
mechanical and artificial
An environment absolved of sleep and emotion
I taste it in the anger
Like a forest fire
The savagery of my terrain
Burning itself to cinders
Reigning in chaos
Immolating everything
In the tears I cannot shed
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