Colony--from Latin colonial, via colons ‘the farmer’ from colure ‘to cultivate’.

the politics of age is a nasty old sage that nature rejects
while the intellect perfects with concepts of veneration

where the pensioner accepts what’s left of mechanization beyond the range of superannuation

-where the purpose of success lies beneath the nature of regeneration, like need and want a colony of succession is established through an act of implementation, epitomizing the character of extension and the purpose of effort within the mechanics of culture spread out on the table.

Like a still life

-the body begins to fail regimentation and diplomacy shifts to one of prevalence,

-obsession and the induction of egression,

-to win the argument becomes permanent and terminal

and democracy exists upon the arrival of benefits

where the future contains only ceremony and virgins

No place to exhale

There can be no delivery. Failures and weakness are identified and analyzed, challenged and resisted and marginalized by industry and conversation

- this, the hungry old sage understands, better than the rest…

that it is not anyone’s task to prolong death rather to atone and extract the best, to root from the bed any youthful zest and condemn the underwear to the rumination of creativity.