Hive Mind XxxX V

A Social Prose Commentary Poem, Spoken Word.

Pardon,

     My years of spontaneous internal analysis insanity under strange conditions of exploding dim light where the diagnosis of calamity lies swollen, Rife of belly from the regret swallowed during relapse condition take the pill red agonizing mental eclipse moments where the arbiter of sandcastle earth never stepped over the vermilion righteous hand of blood drawn line to save anyone and yet we still call debt's churning over endlessly behind bankrupt status eternal profit growth margins; Miracles.

      What is this shame...

In earnest anticipation of,