Phase transitions through the gravity
of our times in separate spaces
of eternal matter where nothing remains
but constant change as galaxies drift
away like lovers estranged left with
nothing but bittersweet memories tinged
with sadness and pain over the way things
used to be when we naively believed
in freedom, democracy, and liberty
my country tis of thee and all that
jazz but
we’ve been had the world’s
gone mad it
was only a ruse to stop
us from finding
the truth inside our
hearts and
minds silently waiting to
be uncovered as if an elusive pearl
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