apologetics of waste

I have,
somber,
taken the
age
by its feathers
flapping heedlessly
towards
the wasteful

the glass
is clear
with signs
of sorrow;
how to blame
the cathedral
for having
gold angels
in its marble
cross

for
the touch
is not random
but decoding
the material
language,
translating it
to pure
essence

I have,
somberly,
taken the
task
of discovering
the fatal
mistake
of our
lives.

Nihilis
tic Poe
try

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