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- Mind's Eye of the Storm
- by Steven Humphrey
- In time under morn we all sway with the rest
- Bipeds in bleached cotton and contrasting vests
- In bleak machinations, in transit in time
- Stockpile fascination on which we may climb
- To crest pointed weakness and peer down on peers
- Atop paper mountains we surmount or fears
- Still trailing the circle, the fun never ends
- Set relative worth by ad hominem friends
- Antiquity's waste and our own future's fears
- Mind's eye of the storm shedding frustrated tears
- The question mark floating above heads of Man
- Spawns zealot elitists and murderous clans
- "Free will" must amuse one with omniscient means
- Who knows we're to blunder yet won't intervene
- Competitive martyring, 'Absence-Divine'
- Accepted as simply of higher design
- A race that knows only of life to appease
- We've cut off our feet to remain on our knees
- Antiquity's waste and out own future's fears
- Mind's eye of the storm shedding frustrated tears
- Steven Humphrey is what happens when traditional form is bent to poetastrophe's angst-ridden whim.