I.
Vatic Pronouncements/reaching in
the entrails/sorting through the guts
of the instant.
What forces combined and clashing?
And in what ratio?
What hodgepodge system of
imbalanced and misaligned energies toppling into future? And what could nudge
the Whole into harmony?
Botched divination forfeits Perfect
World.
Another 100 years of brute
dominion. The Black Glove
fixed firmly about the throat.
Spluttering for a mouthful of air.
II.
Clanking Dialectic. The Infernal
Machine.
Producing
Novelty/indifferently/with no thought to utility
With no regard for merely human
value. Mutations in the chemical lyric.
Errors of translation breed the
monsters/which inherit the earth.
III.
Still water/A silence/improbable
and wholly ominous.
Mist on pause. Is this/the
Terminus/of Time?
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