This place, more orange nowadays
The ashen badlands redeem
Your face, through magnified glass, still draws me in
Those big eyes draw me in
Distrophy, stale again
Entropy: care so much for kamikaze copilots who wear helmets
Encapsulated but commingling
Privatized public apologies that are bought and sold
Packaged and stored in atticks for addicts
Cold hands strumming the mile-high regrets
Perplexed?
Perhaps!
Impossible to postpone plights of professional penmanship
Unopinionated routines, worn knees in a crawling season
Easy to imitate the oaks: shave a mountain man's beard
Insidious sight-seers holding candles to those clutching torches
Torture
How will they put out the flames?
Once proud to be the anxious, nae marionette
But in time, became the shrewd, arthritic puppeteer
Compare and contrast
Were you better off then as you alienated your limbs?
Alienated your purpose to flail?