We bleed fatigue now
as contagion and war spreads itself
like jam across the universe
jamming mutations / mutating jam
from reason to reason to gone fishin’
perhaps no reason existed, just mutation.
Fatigue recites a Soliloquy
to the few who engage
a wide-eyed gaze
at the mutant vibration
living amongst our dead.
We plod on with our day
fatigue welded to the end
of our words—
muscles atrophied / nerves deadened.
Fatigue engulfs like petrol on water
flames / bombs / fire's
in our mind’s eye
skies lit / trauma’s blaze
a trail through Millennial moments—
but those mutants are mutating
again / the bitter bitten
of our future dreams—
Act One complete!
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