Penetrating Their Chamber

Never been so confused...

...In a world, win or lose,

Where the options

Dry up,

And then strike, and

Ignite...

Taking time to explore...

...Rig each unstable

Core,

And the lines we ignore

Come back likely

To burn...

...All the trash has been

Powdered,

And it gives off

It's charge!...

I'm inside of their chamber...

...Just like some prison

Yard...

And my thousand mile stare

Can be

Read by the watch

...But they won't catch the

Light...

...Only glance through

The slots

To assess that I'm eating

The rations at hand...

...No, I won't become

Shell casings!...

...Watching time

Turn to sand...

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2018

Bunny Villaire