this now
the future didn't march in with a fanfare and a parade
but stole in on feet of stealth
cat feet stealing on tiptoes.
- like a slow flood that rises silently
to the proportions of a damned lake before you know it
and drowns the truth before it can raise its voice in alarm.
this future,
- this now
a cold, uncaring and indifferent place to be.
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Prozac might help.
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