the rumor

a ritual affirmation
floundering helplessly
a pink shimmer in the trees
a bang, a whimper
symptoms, not cause
horrifying, hellish loneliness
surrendered, blamed
a clock, fallen
in a filthy puddle
laid with gold
riddled with holes
darkness staring forward
haunted, torch‐lit, suffocating
unchanged and unchanging
atlantis and lemuria
heaven and hell
comings and goings
gone, gone, gone
and everywhere
fear overshadowed 
the will to live
just like every other sunday

#dadaist #poetry