BENIGN

Brim of reality Soaked in a grim numbness Awaiting the present A mortal coil Always finds its home And we have been The messages imparted in our nerves The electrical firings of a stolen legacy Nobody belongs Nobody has ever existed Let the opiates take effect My harmonious dear A warmth From head to toe A body, calm With eyes for the void The future of humanity is an elaborate numbness A gradual degradation of who we are And the callous rejection of who we were God bless The exquisite movements of lives in fatal transition Radiant with the departure of eras We are the quiet desperations that have come to pass The transcendence of trillions unheard Our transitory elation merely a drop within time Quiet tranquilities fade