the social order

the social order
as it swirls, swiveling
pulling against the grain
away from the surface
making waves
wash away the world
the ‘get well’ swoon
bitten by the distracted
death pulse, it’s hot here
is that me being insane?
outraging the few that
actually care
the following of sunlight
as eyes view approaching
stormy night beware
gathering your self diseased
the mortal craves stable
functional, capable
staples in the physical
inconsistent tires
the ritual
posturing the posing pitiful’

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