I Seek Them All
by dan ankers
Every time
Every inch
Every broad, sweeping gesture
Every cold and arid measure
since the beginning of all things
up to the very last and
Squalid variable
till time stands at odds with it’s very own self
and can exist no more
till the universe slows down
and the last monarch is crowned
in everlasting sweet, sweet
discord
Frozen like an old abandoned movie screen
where the cheerleader screams
As the savage axe rains down upon her head
never to reach, a single hair
so bleached
She's never dead
Intelligent themes, encased within
morbid creases
Where lives entire castles full
of old entropic rules
Never to be released again
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