The Black Hole Orchestra

We surround one another
In circular exclusionary
Feeble attempts
To wreck the similarities.
We have come to destroy each other,
The disorder and I.
With the intricacies of
A death march
I scream the saddest visions
Into the ears of the innocent.
The innocence replies
With an attempt to eat me alive;
Raw and enraged.
This bloody business
We engage in
Day-to-day
That steals lightning
And only gives back thunder.

Where
Does
This
Rabid
Holiness
Lead?

We assume the position.
Our heads peering downward;
Into crushed lives of boundaries;
Exiting from the conspiracy tombs.

We assume the position
And wait…

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