in a cyber limbo, of sorts.
grey obstacles becoming one
with the many, while certain
principles cry foul!
and the ball keeps rolling.
where it stops, no one yet knows.
and cold winter winds blow.
and our bodies grow cold.
a comprehensive understanding
of all things frivolous, mundane
and absolutely useless.
innuendoes rising up from
shadows where time is lost,
forbidden by those knowing
factual, meaningless words
swept up off existing crisis.
in the world of gangs, drugs,
drug cartels, there are no winners;
only death and waiting to die.
they are their own worst enemies.
this does not require smart.
albeit, smart would be a vast
improvement over this lackluster
attempt at being outside the
realm of knowledgeable nuances
not yet available to this old brain.
mores the pity, then.
well, yes, autumn, how wonderful.
cooling down, down, down.
oh, how I love cooler weather.
makes me feel half human again.
and now the wind comes rushing by;
holding a feather up high
in a could free, magnificent sky.
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