In Reading Society

We have been put to the test,

To join the rest,

Or perhaps we’ve been told

This is all been done in jest.

 

When I wake in the morning,

I cannot help the foreboding

Nature of time

As applied to our now reckoning.

 

In search of a satisfying laughter,

The sort of chuckle after

Realizing alone

Bad dreams rest upon the rafter.

 

While outside the world a rattled

Aftermath of reality driven mettled

Shakespearian rants

Will suffice until the grief has settled.

 

“Go about your business” we’ll hear

In the near future someone we hold dear

Will lose the battle

And rather than argue we’ll remember fear.

 

We have dynamics, shape makers, a seer release

All might, content, the forbidden dream is peace.

 

 

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