Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying

Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying Obsidian stones for some contrite emotional relief Oblivion clones marching in combined technocratic belief Meridian moans of melancholy surging with existential grief Davidean tones of allegory forming from a holy belief The lack of any certainty that defines someone living on the edge The cracks in processing modernity that leave you lingering on the ledge Of epistemological thought forms that internally shake and form a philosophical wedge Between the notion of absurdity that’s revoked as you keep persisting through the dredge Improvisational expression after structural defeat Confrontational confession that forces innocence to retreat Congregational repression that sweeps the gullible off their feet Recreational intercession as the holy scriptures start to deplete We consummate the future plan by banning everything but more emphatic laws While we promulgate the sounds of progress and demand more and more As we innovate the underprivileged in their loneliness and mass exploit the poor I try to communicate the brokenness while I ask what all of this is for? Competitions and renditions of trauma that ask how much have you been exposed to suffering ? Depositions of technicians that redirect the internet for all its buffering Precognitions of physicians that diagnose you while they’re stuttering As they decommission the transitions that they claim need moral covering Premonitions of grace falling down from a radiant evening sky Expositions of a face that is always inclined to cry Inhibitions of the disgraced as they look at who they can now buy Intuition that is laced with the ability to embrace life before you die The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright