I am lost
in absolute chaos.
My brain waves
are undulating
with the seismic
Earth.
I am an ill-functioning republic,
a declining city,
and my role is minimal;
a sinking Titanic
does not need my help
even with four compartments
flooded
because history,
like people,
repeats; and the World
is shifting towards-
Entropy.
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