Ben Wannamaker - The Unborn Brethren

The Unborn Brethren
What means to deceive?
“To die? To leave? ”
All they believed was arousal,
A carousel of there mental
“But the manifest of meaning? ”
For those awake but sleeping.
“The dream.”
And “The Dreamer’s” routine was decrepit with greed and gluttony.
“And in the end it’s evident
That the evidence was in the everyday! ”
Acceptable everyday ways were
Wallowing in shade,
Shaking from the acres of waste
And weaning slowly from
Meaning and unsolicited societal social space
To die is fine.
“If in finite they died.”
Infinitely un-famous
In there “Age of Infamy.”
But to leave is treason, the real deception.
“So inhospitable for us, The Unborn Brethren.”

Ben Wannamaker

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