THE RED LINE

THE RED LINE

Monday, October 13, 2014

THE NARROW MAINSTREAM

THE NARROW MAINSTREAM


It once draped most of a hopefully-seeded planet in shining blue

and from ocean, to river to stream it leaves now an arid sphere

as if it (a thread of lies) lived in a pocket of atmosphere growing further from reality

telling tales

as the vacuum of our once world

sucks into it hopelessness -

a catastrophic and metastasizing evil where we once danced and played and sang

and now the singing has been transmogrified into screaming

as mainstream observers speak in detached prose and nuance about the obvious

and we observe the inevitable transformation of a green and blue world into a

parched desert of blood and bone, and stick and stone

except for the narrowing mainstream, now a mere rivulet,

a parody of itself,

shriveling and shrinking from what has become sulfurous and seething, 

oblivious to its own evaporation.

 

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