For millions of years
enough
slept in every shadow.
Then we discovered
greed and grammar;
promises that smelled of rot
before the first word left our mouths.
And the silence began
to eat itself,
gnawing at the bones of civilization,
and the marrow of you,
quietly,
insistently,
while you danced like a madman,
exhilarated by your own decay,
your cleverness writhing like worms
beneath the skin of irrelevance.
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