forever imposter
where the conditions of modernity suggest that the application has proven otherwise
from the james dean vanity metropolis to the anxiety field harvest fidgety inhibition grayed populace
very much afraid of their ugliness, emotional bankrupcy clearance sale traumatized
to live among the dirtiness of exclusionary metronome concessions
the capitalist technicians have crafted market movements leaving a trophied civilians devalued in the always misery
this
the circumstance
where becoming outdated is normal right now
where the vanguarg hope is weathered worn debris damaged
and it ruins me time and time again
and how did existence cease to be significant?
when living means to be brutalized by callous miscalculations
and all too often i am inadequate demoralized in my fight
like the stretching sea all beyond
in relation to what i experience
it is all the same blue malaise
lasting unscathed my arduous task.