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Blackout

Screaming arrives
in pretension of silence
the last vein broken
no feelings lost
no feelings gained
everything runs
in unmoistured rains.

The contemporary
exhaustible heritage
swaying in a paradise
of untouchable
sequences.

Eclipses of
solid posing
but no substances
it's all open
every things for sale.

Wild roaming
found without
a heartbeat
a cold, cold surface
an icy escapade
skating over every shame.

It's another blackout
darker than
a pecking raven
eating away
at human consolment
left to exist
in deserts far, far away.

A plastic serenade
a stone marble parade
clinking upon roads
of sunken treasure
no-one knows anyone.

Just existing
for another crumb
of what could come true
it's darker than
ever before
every tender adjustment
to a hard chore.

Everyone just leaving
another piece
on an already
empty plate
how disturbing
the bonding human race.

Racing
into a blackout
it's lights out
on kindness
for a slow dying flame.

poem by Jodde Taylor
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