Insipid protest,
Captivating remorse spilled on concrete.
She didn’t outline her wits
For a droning mass,
Instead harbored them in
The shallow waters she found
Deep down
Where molecular bonds
Shutter and break
With spectral tumult,
And screaming particles
Warily cast sharp shadows
Over the rings of humility
As they rearrange, formless
From integral insight into
The machine they push and pull
Through the fickle years.
She lost a lover once,
Caught herself in the misty
Credulous light breaking
All around her, shattering
Mirrors into splinters that
Were rearranged in a formless blight
She whispers into microphones
Before masses gathered around her,
Elevating,
Pushing and pulling.
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