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The Lost Boys
A nation celebrates the mourning of closets and vacuums
peppering the horizon,
with deadly uniformity
no mans land
beyond cellular perception created with oblivion
exemplifying teamwork as the authority best qualified to evolve into culture.
yet for those who don’t live the war
comfort the dark rage of ceremony, the lost boys of Canterbury, a taciturn bugle laying waste the cylinders and detonations of sacrificial commercials prescribed by sands of rogue suspicion
inside the queue marching outside the subject of punctured privilege
toward neural affirmation
and victory
legitimacy survives
a blinding light
indigenous to memory
the regent swims beyond the statistics sewn into twilight stars as co ordinates of democracy
the celebration of evolution, who it chooses or denies is the academic predilection of religion
lost in the trenches.
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