Dystopia

Wind now
Whispering a
Melancholic elegy…
The floods have risen
And swollen carcasses
Float with serene grime…
Dreams resurrect hopes….
Memories float
On surreal canopies…
Time sinks beneath
A dead opera….
Bees are eyes
Devouring flowers ….
Being, are you
Afraid to die?
Life, offer me
A festive Epicurus….
The abyss of depth,
Is still shallow in
Thought…
Float a dream,
Let it grace
Fortune’s pastures ….

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