Apoteosis Of The Soul - Poem by Jack Rivas
Filled with sarcasm with cynics bound
Collective and automatic.
A paradise lost.
Fueled by success
determined by the system.
Allow it to consume it so become part of the parade
that walks on its cold streets where concrete and steel
determines one's destiny.
A currency that moves.
Destroying any obstacle on the way.
Embracing the image of a fabricated self that dennies humanity for its own sake.
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