Don’t kill the (digitally encrypted) messenger

How do you want to work with these mediocre thoughts
where the end is written first
and the dalliance isn’t even play.

The Jacobin right of passage
is as fleeting as humanities’ whale
and years of opportunity were wasted
with the lost and the aged.

Think kindly yet this nation’s gaze
will change in a blink with you
with gold dust in your eyes
and a fleeting verisimilitude.

Ache for the wretched,
the dying and decayed,
shoot eyes upon the wicked
and fall prey to your own end.

Deny, deny
the fact of change
and live with the fantasy
that death won’t be the winner
and let you forever play.

January 2, 2022

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