8:40 and a Broken Bus
8:40 and a broken bus,
sitting quietly at my stop
anticipating a wide array
of nothing,
anxiety unfolding
in dissonance, skewed
perception immature,
Eccentric,
I'll be stoned to death
for throwing rules;
Treason, heresy...
"I myself am God
And am become death
Destroyer of Self"
Murderer of Time,
Desecrator of Money,
survival. My pains
are unlike yours...
I build freedoms, moments,
like unsteady towers,
and go mad for lack of mortar.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2012
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