next time

and the truth is sputtered off the blank sheets
as the diamond eyes of skulls stare and murmur
through ambience in war zones
and spiritual surreality on quiet park benches

the tired resonance lies rest as dissonance presents
a higher self retired, awareness fired...
Becoming's cremation honored with the sprinkling
of its ashes, the people witness in chains

as the politicians croon lies the weary to rest,
seeing how everything will be just fine,
next time