Meaning and imagination
Are villainous, ridiculous.
The wireless has ceased to jazz.
Life’s data storms are pretty bad.
This idiot degradation,
As someone termed it recently,
Continues to shred flesh from stars.
Did you know enormity was
A bad thing, a horrible thing
And not necessarily huge,
A moral form of abnormal,
Way off the norm, gigantic just
In extent of monstrosity,
A marvelous wickedness,
A flick of the fingers to kill,
To take a life or many lives,
Half of the magical cosmos?
Gravity clenches stars like fists
Until they bleed fire, flesh, and words.
Words hurt. It’s absurd. Just absurd.
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