We teeter together
on the edge of doom
digging up limbs
dismembered
like shrapnel
confetti of fragments
shattered over Twitter
and Facebook
as posts of bitter
pretence
In place
space
perennial
haste
we cut and paste
and scatter our waste
over daydream deception
We are the broken generation
of debris and rubble
flawed from the genesis of thought
from hairline to abyss
We are the abyss
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