Stoned At the Symposium
A blaze of years, into the kernel of 20 minutes, in front of a crowd praying to see
You made a monument to your past, not to our future
One chose to entertain, another to introduce, a third to baptize in blood
Waiting for the day my petals bud
To discern a nightlight from a fireball
And coo back what I see
Copyright © Cool Kid | Year Posted 2023
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