in quiet resignation
as unimaginable terror
collides
with existential dread
our blood-drained knuckles
finally find purchase

somehow common cause
gives release
somewhere the fantasy
of a slightly-less-than-completely-cynical
apparent acquiescence
is at peace

and suddenly
our wondering
tether-less minds
cease
groping through the futile
fear-drenched darkness
and thusly emerge
with smiles

over there
the they
bring forth their fetid
freshly exhumed corpses
belching some kind of
weird prophecy
and forcing foul forms
fake and fucked-up norms
into shitty little piles

piles upon piles
for miles upon miles

heaping and slathering
a syrupy slick sickness
over their sadly ensconced madness
permeating
penetrating
bullying

but we
shall not be fooled
this time
failure is not an option

and although
again
nye the end
as all things must
this discordian knot
may very well just
unravel

rather than to simply
and much more expeditiously
be cut

Peace/Love

m(-_-)m