Passionately, a dull antenna stares West
as if expecting some request or remark
from exhumed, gaseous forms designed for
mindless entertainment.
It masturbated until the break of dawn
when all her hair fell.
This.
This is what decreased your fatalities and
drove the crazy sane.
Dig my head into sand to prevent loss of thought through
evaporation,
absorption into your stagnant life from whence nothing returns.
With me I bring salvation for all,
but only imagination for some.
Share these words with your brethren so the
gregarious, gentle beasts may rest under the
blaze of a heat lamp casting down upon skin
with renditions of beauty creating fur as it
glides across Earth for an instant.
Eternity.
Eternity has ended to bring forth new hope.
-Ryan K. Fuller