this illusivernationing ruse
(dying dead and still just here cling’n onto
cling’n onto this mo’n’mo be’n here dying dead)

this proliferation’n infestation’n swarming
of neuteringed buzzards just always acting . . .
make-believing prey circling ’round’n’round 
‘puke’n our inflationate’n depredation’n
 in retardationing echoes scavenging here
in our heads ’cause desperators we’re always
 hallucinating predatationers pretending in our
choreographic looking down on other themmms
 swarming’round just like us up there dying too
 themm ones who we’re crawling down on our
knees to in this ancient theatricize’n baracoon’n 
just like it’s something spank’n BRAND NEW
and all’us’all be be’n born so fuh have’n this to do
. . . circulating convoluting protestationers 
culling the dulling heads of themmm ‘other
herds of phantasizing wanderers girgling
treading water so keep’n ‘all’us’all just still 
somewhere here lingering on’n’on’n’on 
to just on’n’on to rolling over’n’over
so wrapping on up in in this same old
same olding opiummate-cising of just
forever’n’ever stumbling wandering on
 fantasizing in our virturalize’n morphilize’n
in the full and sapient glow’n of this !SUN!
. . . numbingly mushrooming on in vicarious
trophy-ationing self serving network-ation’ns
. . . rolling the same lull’n litanies of hypnotic
 comatosing blues and dischordanting drippings 
of inflationate’n anesthetize’n talismanic tattoos

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