source: NASA

That Which We Can Leave Behind

Leave behind furtive fealty to empire,
the blood-shower pantomime of promises.

Let go the broken mirror of material adulation,
cynical reflections of ritual predation.

Depart swiftly from fear blest with lies,
addled illusions that reach to the sky.

Hasten from betrayal, columnar poisons;
the water has turned, the remains disturbed.

Bring unbarred hands, a voice to sing;
the labour of innocence waits in the morning

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