the cheap that costs too many
Spring reeks of immanence,
moist of our willful sickness,
and no order has come by
to shake off the hopeful apathy that this will finally level out our crappy innerscapes;
eschatonize our debris to a serene desert,
escalate our vanity to a tongueless platform,
where what's left can finally hear itself.
Otherwise, soon...
the only widespread cause left standing
will be transacting opinion value points.
