As the Courage That Sees The Blue

 

 

     Our World keeps no company,

Our collective, ‘keep’ no company.

 

     Ours is a vulnerability beneath The Van Alan Belt -

authority knows gives license to keep

us as lab rats - lame,

 

     ours, is the company of pain,

‘ours, is more than the company of pain -

     as they withhold a psychic ethereal – screaming.’

 

     Ours, is the gamble that our cherubs

are not the chosen for aesthetics,

ours, is a wonder if our children can

make it home among the secret glee

     of paedophile.

 

     Ours, is the subjective emotion – known sorrow,

that is the objective excuse of statistics - to

a power ‘riding’ hate.

 

Ours, is a look upon a magnitude of stars for help,

     ours, is a look upon a magnitude of stars for help,

          ours, is a look upon a magnitude of stars for help,

 

                    ours,- a childlike never knowing how naive and insecure,

                         ours, such childlike – the experiment of a galactic gangster -

                                offering by invite only, the DNA, rod and chromosome sample

                                     to other realms of nursery, for a salacious thirst of power.

 

 

                                         ‘YOURS, IS A GREATER CONCERN – ANSWERING ALARMS,

                                                NOW SOBBING ON THE BRIDGE OF INTERSTELLAR CRAFT -

                                                     REVEALING JUPITER, TO LET US KNOW - YOU HEARD.’

 

 

     ‘ours…………….now a hope, now a hope where hope had once been murdered, as our child

as ourselves.’

 

 

 

Michael J Waite 18th September 2022

 

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