between the ones and twos
and all the numbers that we add on
intersects a tacit object
symbolized by dialogue
in a language incoherent
to the stubborn observations
of a tepid tongue's translations
glued to thick viscosity
in the half-life of plasticity
it beckons for a better means
to end it's aggrivation
a sort of meek emancipation
from the slavery of living
deliberating its existence
with a fork in its decision
to the left a game of chess
with no check mate to be found
and to the right false logic lies
with candied possibilites
embracing it's uncertainty
with a motion picture ending
far from ancient melodramas
and similar sad stories
riddled with indecisiveness
conjured up by rectified rehash
of repetitive repulsion
the satellites of it's system
send out a siren signal
shot down by subjective gestures
the land of litigation
is renounced to isolation
underneath a pock-mark parliament
that discusses deprevation
in an unorthodox dictation
as to seperate salvation
from the weak and crude mutations
that populate the sandy landscapes
of an alabaster island
carved into concoctions
of unmitigated fate
there's static in the atmosphere
above the railroads of dead earth
that course through the main cities
where the power lost its worth
and the poverty increases
as if all the light is dimming
blacking out the industry
of a fruitless fractured tree
the mothers crowded aimlessly
around the streets of sickly cells
who clamor to corrupted stigmas
for hope of a new fallacy
to redirect the need
of the obvious belief